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

But I'm going back to gator country

Where the wine and the women are free



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's 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



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's calling my name



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



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's calling my name



Oh, gator country, a little bit of that chomp chomp