Tom: E

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

    I'm Alabamy bound.
             A
    I got my pistols in my pocket boys, I'm
                E
    I'm Alabamy bound.
                 B7                          A               E
    Well I'm not lookin' for no trouble but, nobody dogs me 'round.


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

    Tri-Cities here I come.
            A
    Now I'm goin' to fetch my woman people,
                     E
    Troy City here I come.
                   B7                             A                      E
    'Cause she was raised up on that cornbread, I know that woman gimmie some.


                E
    Oh when the Kid hits Alabama people,

    don't you try to dog him 'round.
                A
    Oh when the Kid hits Alabama people,
                              E
    don't you try to dog him 'round.
                  B7                       A                            E
    'Cause if you people cause me trouble, Lord I got to put you in the ground.


               E
    Well I was born in Mississippi baby,

    I don't take any stuff from you.
               A
    Well I was born in Mississippi baby,
                                E
    I don't take any stuff from you.
             B7                            A                        E
    And if I hit you on the head boy, it's got to make it black and blue.


           E
    Oh I'm goin' to Alabama,

    got my pistols out by my side.
           A
    Oh I'm goin' to Alabama,
                             E
    got my pistols out by my side.
           B7                      A                       E
    'Cause down in Alabama you can run, but you sure can't hide.