I've to Alabama, people ain't a whole lot to see Skynyrd says it's a real sweet home but it ain't to me Charlie Daniels will you the good lord lives in Tennessee, ha But I'm going to gator country where the wine and the women are free
There's a in the bushes, he's calling my name And a saying on boy, you better make it back home again There's many roads I've traveled but they all kind of the same a gator in the bushes, lord, he calling my name
Old Richard Betts tell ya lord he was born a ramblin' man Well he can ramble back to Georgia but I won't a damn Elvin Bishop out struttin his stuff with miss slick titty boom But I'm going back to gator country to get me some room
There's a gator in the bushes he's calling my And saying come on boy, you better make it back home There's roads I've traveled but they all kinda look the same There's a gator in the bushes, lord, he my name. yep
There's Marshall riding a rainbow searching for a pot of gold Well they can take the highway, baby, and can take all they can hold The outlaws in Tampa town it's a mighty fine place to be They got green grass and got tides and sure looks good to me
a gator in the bushes, he's calling my name Saying come on boy, you make it back home again There's so many roads I've but they all kinda look the same There's a gator in the , lord, he's calling my name
Oh country A little bit of that chomp