Gator Country lyrics

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 you the good Lord lives in Tennessee
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 calling my name (and he says...)
Come on, boy, you better make it back home, again
Many roads I've travelled - they all kinda look the same
There's a gator in the bushes, Lord, he's calling my name

Old Richard Betts will tell you, Lord, he was born a Ramblin' Man
Well, he can ramble on back to Georgia and I won't give a damn
Elvin Bishop out struttin' his stuff with little Miss Slick Titty Boom
I'm goin' back to the Gator Country and get me some elbow room
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There's a gator in the bushes, he's calling my name (and he says...)
Come on, boy, you better make it back home, again
Many roads I've travelled - they all kinda look the same
There's a gator in the bushes, Lord, he's calling my name

There's Marshall Tucker ridin' the rainbow, searchin' for a pot of gold
They can take the highway, baby - take all they can hold
The Outlaws down in Tampa town is a mighty fine place to be
They got green grass and they got high tides, and it sure looks good to me

There's a gator in the bushes, he's calling my name (and he says...)
Come on, boy, you better make it back home, again
Many roads I've travelled - they all kinda look the same
There's a gator in the bushes, Lord, he's calling my name

Oh, Gator Country
Little of that chomp, chomp