I've been to Alabama, people a whole lot to see Skynyrd says it's a real sweet home but it nothing to me Charlie Daniels will tell you the lord lives in Tennessee, ha But I'm going to gator country where the wine and the women are free
There's a gator in the bushes, he's calling my And a saying come on boy, you better 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 calling my
Old Betts will tell ya lord he was born a ramblin' man Well he can ramble to Georgia but I won't give a damn Elvin Bishop out his stuff with little miss slick titty boom But I'm going to gator country to get me some elbow room
There's a in the bushes he's calling my name And saying come on boy, you better make it back again There's many roads I've traveled but they all kinda the same There's a in the bushes, lord, he calling my name. yep
There's Marshall Tucker riding a rainbow for a pot of gold they can take the highway, baby, and they can take 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
a gator in the bushes, he's calling my name Saying come on boy, you make it back home again There's so many roads I've traveled but they all look the same a gator in the bushes , lord, he's calling my name
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