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