He was raised in the swamp
In the back of a slough
He grew up eatin rattlesnake meat
And drinkin homemade brew,
Now folks here about call him Gator,
And everybody knows him well,
Meanest man ever to hit the swamp,
Folks swear he come straight outta hell.
Well Gator McKlusky sittin on a stump
Hammer pulled back on a twelve gauge pump
Watchin that swamp lookin out for the law
While he make the best corn liquor you ever saw
Rock gut whiskey…
While hes makin that mash he watches and he looks
Old Gator he knows that swamp like a book
Somethin out there movin Gator whaddaya see
Aint nothin but the snakes and the gators and me
Everythings okey-dokey in the Okefenokee
That sheriff aint snoopin around
So cook that moonshine down
Til its good and clear
Everythings okey-dokey in the Okefenokee
That sheriff hed soon mess around with the devil
Than to get his self long messin around in here
One day he was cookin some mash he was almost done
When they spotted the law and they had to run
So he headed for the swamp and they followed him in
But the law might as well been a-chasin the wind
Look out for that snake, sheriff…
Well they chased on back through the muck and the slime
To the back of that swamp where the sun dont shine
But the law wont never catch Gator my friend
Cause he knows that swamp like the back of his hand
Watch out boys old smokeys in the Okefenokee
The sheriffs out there snoopin around
So shut that business down
And lets disappear
Look out boys old smokeys in the Okefenokee
But that sheriff hes really gonna catch the devil
If he keeps on snoopin around in here
Gators in the swamp, sheriff…
Go get him…
If you can…
Careful, sheriff…
Dont let that gator b you on your gonads…