I've been to Alabama, people ain't a lot to see Skynyrd says it's a sweet home but it ain't nothing to me Charlie Daniels will tell you the good lives in Tennessee, ha But I'm going back to gator where the wine and the women are free
There's a gator in the bushes, he's my name And a saying come on boy, you better it back home again There's many roads traveled but they all kind of look the same There's a gator in the bushes, lord, he my name
Old Betts will tell ya lord he was born a ramblin' man Well he can ramble back to Georgia but I give a damn Elvin Bishop out struttin his stuff with little slick titty boom But I'm back to gator country to get me some elbow room
There's a gator in the bushes he's my name And saying come on boy, you make it back home again There's many roads I've but they all kinda look the same a gator in the bushes, lord, he calling my name. yep
There's Marshall Tucker riding a rainbow for a pot of gold Well they can take the highway, baby, and they can take all can hold The outlaws in Tampa town it's a mighty fine place to be got green grass and got high tides and sure looks good to me
There's a in the bushes, he's calling my name Saying come on boy, you better it back home again There's so many roads I've but they all kinda look the same a gator in the bushes , lord, he's calling my name
Oh gator A little bit of that chomp