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Mississippi kid

by Lynyrd Skynyrd

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I´ve got my pistols in my pockets boys,
I´m Alabama bound.
I´ve got my pistols in my pockets boys, I´m
I´m Alabama bound.
Well, I´m not looking for no trouble
But nobody dogs me ´round.

Well, I´m going to fetch my woman, people
Tri-cities here I come.
Well, I´m going to fetch my woman, people
Tri-cities here I come
´Cause she was raised up on that cornbread
And I know she´s gonna give me some.

When the kid hits Alabama, people
Don´t you try and dog him ´round.
When the kid hits Alabama, people
Don´t you try and dog him ´round.
´Cause if you people cause me trouble,
Then I´ve got to put you in the ground.

Well, I was born in Mississippi
And I don´t take any stuff from you
Well, I was born in Mississippi
And I don´t take any stuff from you
And if I hit you on your head
Boy, its got to make you black and blue.

Well, I ride to Alabama
With my pistols out by my side
Well, I ride to Alabama
With my pistols out by my side
´Cause down in Alabama
You can run, but you sure can´t hide
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