E
  I’ve got my pistols in my pockets boys,


  I’m Alabama bound.

              A
  I’ve got my pistols in my pockets boys, I’m

              E
  I’m Alabama bound.

                B7
  Well, I’m not looking for no trouble

                      E 
  But nobody dogs me ‘round.



(Verse 2)

            E
  Well, I’m going to fetch my woman, people


  Tri-cities here I come.

            A
  Well, I’m going to fetch my woman, people

                    E
  Tri-cities here I come

                 B7
  ‘Cause she was raised up on that cornbread

                                         E
  And I know that woman’ll gonna give me some.



(Verse 3) 

           E
  When the kid hits Alabama, people


  Don’t you try and dog him ‘round.

               A
  Now when the kid hits Alabama, people

                             E
  Don’t you try and dog him ‘round.

                B7
  ‘Cause if you people cause me trouble,

                                  E
  Then I’ve got to put you in the ground.



(Verse 4)

              E
  Well, I was born in Mississippi


  And I don’t take any stuff from you

              A
  Well, I was born in Mississippi

                                  E
  And I don’t take any stuff from you

           B7
  And if I hit you on your head

                                      E
  Boy, it’s got to make you black and blue.



(Verse 5)

            E
  Well, I’m going to Alabama


  Got my pistols out by my side

          A
  Well, I ride to Alabama

                            E
  With my pistols out by my side

         B7 
  ‘Cause down in Alabama

                                  E        
  You can run, but you sure can’t hide