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Mama saw an alligator crawlin' through the backyard
Knockin' over garbage cans
Papa said, "Son, get my old shotgun
And we'll put him in the fryin' pan"
After the fight when the skillet got right
We all had a family feast
I remember it well, it was a night of hell
Catchin' that son of a beast
Me and brother Bob was out chasin' wild hogs
Down in the Louisiana swamp
We caught him in a trap but he fought his way out
We ran him in an old hollow stump
He was razor blade sharp, snappin' in the dark
Tryin' to eat us up with his teeth
Yeah, he was bad to the bone but we finally got him home
He was one mean son of a beast
You got to know how to slip through the fog
Survivin' in the Bayou
You gotta be sharper than a hawk eye
When the alligator makes his move
You gotta be a hunter like an old swamp cat
Climbin' up in a cypress tree
You got to be quicker and a whole lot slicker
Than a Louisiana son of a beast
You got to know how to slip through the fog
Survivin' in the Bayou
You gotta be sharper than a hawk eye
When the alligator makes his move
You gotta be a hunter like an old swamp cat
Climbin' up in a cypress tree
You gotta be quicker and a whole lot slicker
Than a Louisiana son of a beast
Yeah, you gotta be quicker and a whole lot slicker
Than a Louisiana son of a beast



























































