Lynyrd Skynyrd - Mississippi Kid Lyrics
publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Al Kooper, Ronald Vanzandt, Robert Burns
release date: 1973
popularity : 185 users have visited this page.
length: 3:56
producer: Al Kooper
drums: Bob Burns
lead vocals: Ronnie Van Zant
engineer: Danny Turbeville, Al Kooper, Rodney Mills and Bob "Tub" Langford
keyboard: Billy Powell
harmonica: Steve Katz
mastering: Glenn Meadows
mandolin & bass drum: Roosevelt Gook
guitar: Gary Rossington, Allen Collins and Ed King
composer: Al Kooper, Ronnie Van Zant, Bob Burns
Lyrics
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 that woman give me some
When the kid hits Alabama, people
Don't you try to dog him 'round
When the kid hits Alabama, people
Don't you try to dog him 'round
'Cause if you people cause me trouble
Lord, I 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 it black and blue
Well, I'm goin' to Alabama
Got my pistols out by my side
Well, I'm ridin' to Alabama
With my pistols out by my side
'Cause down in Alabama you can run
But you sure can't hide
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 that woman give me some
When the kid hits Alabama, people
Don't you try to dog him 'round
When the kid hits Alabama, people
Don't you try to dog him 'round
'Cause if you people cause me trouble
Lord, I 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 it black and blue
Well, I'm goin' to Alabama
Got my pistols out by my side
Well, I'm ridin' to Alabama
With my pistols out by my side
'Cause down in Alabama you can run
But you sure can't hide
