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