Gator Hide Lyrics - The Vandals

Alligator skins, crocodile hides, good ol' boys, and their Southern brides 

City folk come for the lure of the bounty 

But they don't come back 'cause the sheriff of the country is 

Buford T. Jefferson Davis III 

And I'm only here to warn you if you haven't heard about: 

Gator hides- a sheriff's pride 

Everyglades mirrored shades 

He's a good ol' boy but he ain't no good 

He'll bust your head on a stump 

Just like splittin' wood 

Got a story of his own though he ain't askin' for pity 

Saw his folks shot dead for twelve dollars in the city 

So Buford was orphaned by the city at ten 

Got a chip on his shoulder the size of Gentle Ben 

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Hunted 10,000 islands, drank 10,000 beers 

Wanted 10,000 dollars, got 10,000 years 

So I drank myself blind, on a homemade solution 

As my body rots away in a penal institution 

So if you come for the gators let me give you a clue 

The shefiff of the county's got it in for you