E He was raised in the swampE In the back of a sloughE G He grew up eatin' rattlesnake meatA7 And drinkin' homemade brewE Now folks here about call him GatorE And everybody knows him wellE G Meanest man ever to hit the swampA7 Folks swear he come straight outta hellE Well Gator Mcklusky sittin' on a stumpE Hammer pulled back on a twelve gauge pumpE Watchin' that swamp lookin' out for theA lawG While he make the best corn liquor youA ever sawE (Rock gut whiskey...)E While he's makin' that mash he watches and he looksE Old Gator he knows that swamp like a bookE Somethin' out there movin' GatorA whaddaya seeG Ain't nothin' but the snakes and theA B7 gators and meE Everything's okey-dokey in theB7 OkefenokeeE That sheriff ain't snoopin' aroundA7 G So cook that moonshine downB7 'Til it's good and clearE Everything's okey-dokey in theB7 OkefenokeeA7 E That sheriff he'd soon mess around with the devilG G/B Than to get his self long messin'A7 E around in hereE One day he was cookin' some mash he was almost doneE When they spotted the law and they had to runE So he headed for the swamp and theyA followed him inG But the law might as well beenA a-chasin' the windE (Look out for that snake, sheriff...)E Well they chased on back through the muck and the slimeE To the back of that swamp where the sun don't shineE But the law won't never catch Gator myA friendG 'Cause he knows that swamp like theA B7 back of his handE Watch out boys old smokey's in theB7 OkefenokeeG The sheriff's out there snoopin' aroundA G So shut that business downB7 And let's disappearE Look out boys old smokey's in theB7 OkefenokeeA But that sheriff he's really gonnaE catch the devilG G/B A7 If he keeps on snoopin' around in hereE (Gator's in the swamp, sheriff...)E (Go get him...)E (If you can...)E (Careful, sheriff...)
The Ballad Of Gator Mcklusky
Jerry Reed
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