Molly Hatchet – Gator Country (Guitar)

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Well I've been to Alabama, people, ain't a whole lot to see;

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Skynard says it's a real sweet home, but it ain't nothing to me

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Charlie Daniels will tell you the good Lord lives in Tennessee, ha!

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But I'm going back to the Gator Country, where the wine and women are free

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There's a gator in the bushes, he's calling my name

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And a saying come on, boy, you better make it back home again

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There's many roads I've traveled but they all kinda look the same

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There's a gator in the bushes, Lord, he's calling my name

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Old Richard Betts will tell ya Lord, he was born a Ramblin' Man,

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Well, he can ramble on back to Georgia and I won't give a damn

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Elvin Bishop out struttin' his stuff with little Miss Slick Titty Boom,

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But I'm going back to the Gator Country to get me some elbow room

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There's a gator in the bushes, he's calling my name

              D                        C
And a saying come on, boy, you better make it back home again

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There's many roads I've traveled but they all kinda look the same

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There's a gator in the bushes, Lord, he's calling my name

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There's Marshall Tucker a ridin' a rainbow, searching for a pot of gold

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Well, they can take the highway, baby, and take all they can hold

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The Outlaws down in Tampa town, yes, a mighty fine place to be

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They got green grass and they got high tides and it sure looks good to me

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There's a gator in the bushes, he's calling my name

              D                        C
And a saying come on, boy, you better make it back home again

D                                             C               G
There's many roads I've traveled but they all kinda look the same

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There's a gator in the bushes, Lord, he's calling my name