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
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