I've to Alabama, people ain't a whole lot to see Skynyrd says 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 country where the wine and the women are free
There's a gator in the bushes, calling my name And a saying come on boy, you make it back home again There's many roads I've 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 back to Georgia but I won't give a damn Elvin Bishop out struttin his with little miss 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 make it back again There's many roads I've 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 it's a mighty place to be They got green grass and got high tides and looks good to me
There's a in the bushes, he's calling my name Saying come on boy, you make it back home again There's so many I've traveled but they all kinda look the same There's a gator in the bushes , lord, calling my name
Oh country A little bit of that chomp