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