Oh when the *** hits Alabama, people
Don't you try to dog him 'round.
Ah, when the *** hits Alabama, people
Don't you try to dog him 'round.
'Cause if you people cause me trouble,
Lord, I've got to put you in the ground.
Well, I was born in Mississippi
Babe, don't take any stuff from you
Oh, 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.
Ah well I go to Alabama
I got my pistols out a by my side
Yes, I ride to Alabama
With my pistols out a by my side
'Cause down in Alabama
You can run, but you sure can't hide