Gator County Songtext
von 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 goin′ 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 sayin′ 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′s 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 sayin′ 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 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 they got high tides, and sure looks good to me

There's a gator in the bushes, he′s calling my name
And sayin' come on boy, you better make it back home again
There′s many roads I've traveled, but they all kinda look the same
And there′s a gator in the bushes, Lord, he's calling my name

Oh, gator country
A little bit of that chomp, chomp