Oh when the kid hits Alabama, people
Don't you try to dog him 'round.
Ah, when the kid hits Alabama, people
Don't you try to dog him 'round.
'Cause if you people cause me trouble,
Lord, I've got to put you in the ground.
Well, I was born in Mississippi
Babe, don't take any stuff from you
Oh, 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 it black and blue.
Ah well I go to Alabama
I got my pistols out a by my side
Yes, I ride to Alabama
With my pistols out a by my side
'Cause down in Alabama
You can run, but you sure can't hide