Well 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 nothin' to me
Charlie Daniels will tell the
Good Lord lives in Tennessee
Ha
But I'm goin' back to the
gator country
where the wine and the
women are free
There's a gator in the bushes
He's callin' my name
And I'm sayin'
Come on boy
You better make it back
home again
Many roads I've traveled
They all kind of look the same
There's a gator in the bushes
Lord he callin' my name
Old Richard Betts
will tell ya Lord
He was born a ramblin' man
Well he can ramble on
back to Georgia
And I won't give a ****
Elvin Bishop out
struttin' his stuff with
little miss slick titty boom
But I'm goin' back
to the gator country
And to get me some
elbow room
There's a gator in the bushes
He's callin' my name
And I'm sayin'
Come on boy
You better make it back
home again
Many roads I've traveled
They all kind-a look the same
There's a gator in the bushes
Lord he callin' my name yep
There's Marshall Tucker
ridin' a rainbow
Searchin' for a pot of gold
Well they can take
the highway baby
And 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 it sure looks good to me
There's a gator in the bushes
He's callin' my name
And I'm sayin'
Come on boy
You better make it back
home again
Many roads I've traveled
They all kind-a look the same
There's a gator in the bushes
Lord he's callin' my name
Oh gator country
A little of that chomp chomp
Yeah