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Molly Hatchet

Well, 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 nothin’ to me,
Charlie Daniels will tell you the good Lord lives in Tennessee,
I’m goin’ back to the Gator Country where the wine and the women are free.

There’s a gator in the bushes, he’s calling my name (and he says),
Come on, boy, you better make it back home, again,
Many roads I’ve travelled - they all kinda look the same,
There’s a gator in the bushes, Lord, he’s calling my name.

Old Richard Betts will tell you, 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,
I’m goin’ back to the Gator Country and get me some elbow room.

There’s a gator in the bushes, he’s calling my name (and he says),
Come on, boy, you better make it back home, again,
Many roads I’ve travelled - they all kinda look the same,
There’s a gator in the bushes, Lord, he’s calling my name.

There’s Marshall Tucker ridin’ the rainbow, searchin’ for a pot of gold,
They can take the highway, baby - take all they can hold,
The Outlaws down in Tampa town is 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 (and he says),
Come on, boy, you better make it back home, again,
Many roads I’ve travelled - they all kinda look the same,
There’s a gator in the bushes, Lord, he’s calling my name.

Oh, Gator Country!
Little of that chomp, chomp!