I've been to Alabama, people a whole lot to see Skynyrd it's a real sweet home but it ain't nothing 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 women are
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 traveled but they all kind of look the same There's a 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 give a Elvin out struttin his stuff with little miss slick titty boom But I'm going back to country to get me some elbow room
There's a gator in the bushes calling my name And come on boy, you better make it back home again many 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 Tucker 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 Tampa town a mighty fine place to be They got green grass and got high tides and looks good to me
a gator in the bushes, he's calling my name Saying come on boy, you better make it back again There's so many roads I've traveled but they all kinda look the There's a gator in the bushes , lord, he's calling my
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