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