I've to Alabama, people ain't a whole lot to see Skynyrd says it's a sweet home but it ain't nothing to me Charlie Daniels tell you the good lord lives in Tennessee, ha But I'm going back to gator where the wine and the women are free
There's a gator in the bushes, he's calling my And a saying on boy, you better make it back home again There's many roads I've traveled but all kind of look the same There's a gator in the bushes, lord, he my name
Old Richard Betts will tell ya he was born a ramblin' man Well he can back to Georgia but I won't give 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 come 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 Marshall Tucker riding a searching for a pot of gold Well they can take the highway, baby, and they can 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 in the bushes, he's calling my name Saying come on boy, you better make it back home There's so many I've traveled but they all kinda look the same a gator in the bushes , lord, he's calling my name
Oh gator A bit of that chomp chomp