Gator Country Lyrics - Original Album Classics, Vol. 2 - Molly Hatchet

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 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 traveled but they all kind of look the same 

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

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

Saying come on boy, you better make it back home again 

There's so 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 

Oh gator country 

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