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  • 作词 : Burns, Kooper, VanZant
    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
  • 作词 : Burns, Kooper, VanZant
    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