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
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