Alligator skins, crocodile hides, good ol' boys, and their Southern brides  City folk come for the lure of the bounty  But they don't come back 'cause the sheriff of the country is  Buford T. Jefferson Davis III  And I'm only here to warn you if you haven't heard about:  Gator hides- a sheriff's pride  Everyglades mirrored shades  He's a good ol' boy but he ain't no good  He'll bust your head on a stump  Just like splittin' wood  Got a story of his own though he ain't askin' for pity  Saw his folks shot dead for twelve dollars in the city  So Buford was orphaned by the city at ten  Got a chip on his shoulder the size of Gentle Ben  [Chorus]  Hunted 10,000 islands, drank 10,000 beers  Wanted 10,000 dollars, got 10,000 years  So I drank myself blind, on a homemade solution  As my body rots away in a penal institution  So if you come for the gators let me give you a clue  The shefiff of the county's got it in for you