in the swamp,
in back of a spoon.
He grew up eatin' rattlesnake meat,
drinkin' homemade brew.
The folks here about call him Gator,
and everybody knows him well
Been as man ever hit the swamp,
folks swear he come straight
out of hell
Well, Gator McCluskey
sittin' on a stump
Hammer pulled back on a 12
-gauge pump
Watchin' that swamp,
lookin' out for the law
While he make the best corn liquor
you ever saw
Rotten good whiskey.
Heh heh.
While he's makin' that mash,
he watches and he looks.
Oh Gator, he knows that swamp
like a book.
Somethin' out there movin',
Gator, what do you see?
Ain't nothin' but the snakes
and the gators and me.
Everything's okey -dokey
and okey -pa -nokey.
That chef ain't snoopin' around.
So cook that moonshine down
till it's good and clear.
Everything's okie -dokie
and they're okie for nokie
That chef, he'd soon mess
around with the devil
And he'd get himself lost
messing around in here
One day he was cooking some mags
He was almost done when he
spotted the Lord
And he had to run,
so he headed for the swamp
And he followed him in,
but the Lord
might as well have been chasing
the wind
Look out for that snake, Sheriff.
Well, they chased him on
back to the muck and the slime,
To the back of that swamp
where the sun don't shine,
But the law won't never catch a gator,
my friend,
Cause he knows that swamp
like the back of his hand.
Watch out, boys, those smokers
and the okie -dokie,
The Sheriff's out there snooping around,
So shut that business down
and let's disappear.
Look out, boys, old
Smoke is in the oaky panokey
But that Shep,
he's really gonna catch the devil
If he keeps on scoopin'
around in here
Gators in the smoke, Shep
Go get him, if you can
Careful Cheryl, don't let that gator bite you
on your golden ass.