molly hatchet
gator country
I've been to Alabama, people, ain't a whole lot to sse; Skynard 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 the Gator Country, where the wine and 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 kinda look the same There's a gator in the bushes, Lord, he's calling my name  Old Richard Betts will tell ya 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, But I'm going back to the Gator Country to get me some elbow room  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 kinda look the same There's a gator in the bushes, Lord, he's calling my name Yep  There's Marshall Tucker a ridin' a rainbow, searching for a pot of gold Well, they can take the highway, baby, and take all they can hold The Outlaws down in Tampa town, yes, 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 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's calling my name  Oh, Gator Country, a little bit of that chomp chomp