Lyric Gator Country


I ve been to Alabama, people ain t a whole lot to see;
Skynyrd says it s a real sweet home but it ain t nothing to me.
Charlie Daniels will tell you the good Lord lives in Tenessee, ha!
But I m going back to gator country where the wine and the women are free.


Chorus:
There s a gator in the bushes, he s calling my name,
And a saying come on boy, you better make it back home again.
There s many roads I ve travelled but they all kind of look the same.
There s a gator in the bushes, Lord, he calling my name.

Old Richard Betts will tell ya Lord he was born a Ramblin Man.
Well he can ramble back to Georgia but I won t give a damn.
Elvin Bishop out struttin his stuff with little Miss Slick Titty Boom.
But I m going back to gator country to get me some elbow room.


Chorus:
There s a gator in the bushes he s calling my name.
And saying come on boy, you better make it back home again.
There s many roads I ve travelled but they all kinda look the same.
There s a gator in the bushes, Lord, he calling my name. Yep.

There s Marshall Tucker riding a rainbow searching for a pot of gold.
Well 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 place to be.
They got green grass and got high tides and sure looks good to me.


Chorus:
There s a gator in the bushes, he s calling my name.
Saying come on boy, you better make it back home again.
There s so many roads I ve travelled but they all kinda look the same.
There s a gator in the bushes , Lord, he s calling my name.

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Oh gator country,
A little bit of that chomp chomp

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