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!