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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]
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| 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
[Outro]
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..................
