Tom: E5

             E5
    I got my pistols in my pocket boys, I'm

    I'm Alabamy bound.
             A5
    I got my pistols in my pocket boys, I'm
                E5
    I'm Alabamy bound.
                 B5                          A5               E5
    Well I'm not lookin' for no trouble but, nobody dogs me 'round.


            E5
    Now I'm goin' to fetch my woman people,

    Tri-Cities here I come.
            A5
    Now I'm goin' to fetch my woman people,
                     E5
    Troy City here I come.
                   B5                             A5                      E5
    'Cause she was raised up on that cornbread, I know that woman gimmie some.


                E5
    Oh when the Kid hits Alabama people,

    don't you try to dog him 'round.
                A5
    Oh when the Kid hits Alabama people,
                              E5
    don't you try to dog him 'round.
                  B5                       A5                            E5
    'Cause if you people cause me trouble, Lord I got to put you in the ground.


               E5
    Well I was born in Mississippi baby,

    I don't take any stuff from you.
               A5
    Well I was born in Mississippi baby,
                                E5
    I don't take any stuff from you.
             B5                            A5                        E5
    And if I hit you on the head boy, it's got to make it black and blue.


           E5
    Oh I'm goin' to Alabama,

    got my pistols out by my side.
           A5
    Oh I'm goin' to Alabama,
                             E5
    got my pistols out by my side.
           B5                      A5                       E5
    'Cause down in Alabama you can run, but you sure can't hide.