. Made the alligators look tame. . Polk salad Annie. 'Gators got your granny. Everybody said it was a shame. For the mama was working on the chain-gang. What a mean, vicious woman. . Everyday
girl, that I swear to the world. Made the alligators look tame. Polk salad Annie, gators got your granny. Everybody said it was a shame. Because her momma was a workin' on the chain gang. A mean
. Made the alligators look tame. . Polk salad Annie. 'Gators got your granny. Everybody said it was a shame. For the mama was working on the chain-gang. What a mean, vicious woman. . Everyday
be there with you. But i can dream. I still dream dream dream. I still dream. My grandaddy was a player. Pretty boy in a pair of gators. See i met him later on. Think it was 1991. The only dad i'd ever
. And I don't mean iced tea. A good buzz later playing chicken with the gators. Way too young to be scared, growin' up down there. And those tan little peaches turnin' us on Keepin' things hot all
Hot sun beating down. Burning my feet just walking around. Hot sun making me sweat. 'Gators getting close hasn't got me yet. . I can't dance, I can't talk. Only thing about me is the way I walk
Where the bayous wind and them gators swim. Sometime late last night when the moon was dim. Someone left this life much against his will. And while Gyp the cat was alibi-in'. You know his clothes
. You can consider yourself mighty lucky. To get past the gators and the quicksand beds. But all these years that I've been here. Ain't nobody got past Red. And the warden sang. Come on somebody. Why
four legged tracking machine. . Just consider yourself mighty lucky. To get past the gators and the quicksand beds. But all these years that I've been here. Ain't nobody got past Red. . Hear the