Vandals - Gator hide Lyrics

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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