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 Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com