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[Verse 1]
F
I've got my pistols in my pockets boys
F
I'm Alabama bound
            Bb
I've got my pistols in my pockets boys, I'm
            F
I'm Alabama bound
              C
Well, I'm not looking for no trouble
      Bb          F
But nobody better dog me 'round


[Verse 2]
F
Well, I'm going to fetch my woman, people
F
Tri-cities here I come
          Bb
Well, I'm gonna to fetch my woman, people
                  F
Tri-cities here I come
               C
'Cause she was raised up on that cornbread
      Bb                       F
And I know she's gonna give me some, give me some baby


[Instrumental]
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| Bb    |  Bb    |  F     |  F     |
| C     |  Bb    |  F     |  F


[Verse 3]
F
When the kid hits Alabama, people
F
Don't you try and dog him 'round
            Bb
Oh when the kid hits Alabama, people
Bb                         F
Don't you try and dog him 'round
              C
'Cause if you people cause me trouble
     Bb                        F
Lord knows I'll put you in the ground        guitar!


[Instrumental]
| F     |  F     |  F     |  F     |
| Bb    |  Bb    |  F     |  F     |
| C     |  Bb    |  F     |  F

[Verse 4]
F
Well, I was born in Mississippi
F
And I don't take no stuff from you
      Bb
I was born in Mississippi
                     F
And I don't take any stuff from you
     C
If I hit you on your head
             Bb                F
Its gonna to make it black and blue


[Otro]
F
Well, I'm going to Alabama
F
With my pistols out by my side
          Bb
Well, I'm going to Alabama
                          F
With my pistols out by my side
               C
'Cause you can be in Alabama
        Bb                      F
You can run, but you sure can't hide
            C                      Bb
Oh when you get to Alabama you can run
                F
But still can't hide..................