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 Tennessee, ha!

But I'm goin' 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 sayin' come on boy, you better make it back home again

There's many roads I've traveled, 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 sayin' come on boy, you better make it back home again

There's many roads I've traveled, but they all kinda look the same

There's a gator in the bushes, Lord, he's 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 they got high tides, and sure looks good to me

There's a gator in the bushes, he's calling my name

And sayin' come on boy, you better make it back home again

There's many roads I've traveled, but they all kinda look the same

And there's a gator in the bushes, Lord, he's calling my name

Oh, gator country

A little bit of that chomp, chomp