Gator Country lyrics
by Molly Hatchet



Well, I've been to Alabama, people - ain't a whole lot to seeSkynyrd says it's a real sweet home, but it ain't nothin' to meCharlie Daniels will tell you the good Lord lives in TennesseeI'm goin' back to the Gator Country where the wine and the women are freeThere's a gator in the bushes, he's calling my name (and he says...)Come on, boy, you better make it back home, againMany roads I've travelled - they all kinda look the sameThere's a gator in the bushes, Lord, he's calling my nameOld Richard Betts will tell you, Lord, he was born a Ramblin' ManWell, he can ramble on back to Georgia and I won't give a damnElvin Bishop out struttin' his stuff with little Miss Slick Titty BoomI'm goin' back to the Gator Country and get me some elbow roomThere's a gator in the bushes, he's calling my name (and he says...)Come on, boy, you better make it back home, againMany roads I've travelled - they all kinda look the sameThere's a gator in the bushes, Lord, he's calling my nameThere's Marshall Tucker ridin' the rainbow, searchin' for a pot of goldThey can take the highway, baby - take all they can holdThe Outlaws down in Tampa town is a mighty fine place to beThey got green grass and they got high tides, and it sure looks good to meThere's a gator in the bushes, he's calling my name (and he says...)Come on, boy, you better make it back home, againMany roads I've travelled - they all kinda look the sameThere's a gator in the bushes, Lord, he's calling my nameOh, Gator CountryLittle of that chomp, chomp