Lyrics
Climbing up in a cyprus tree, to survive in the bayou of, get that old shotgun
You got to be quicker and a whole lot slicker, when the alligator makes his move, you got to be sharper than a hawk eye
we ran him in an old hollow stomp
Snappin in the dark, you got to be sharper than a hawk eye, you got to be a hunter like an old swamp cat
You got to be a hunter like an old swamp cat, after the fight when the skillet got right, climbing up in a cyprus tree
To survive in the bayou, knockin over garbage cans
i remember it well it was a night of hell
You got to be a hunter like an old swamp cat, you got to be quicker and a whole lot slicker
knockin over garbage cans
he was bad to the bone
You got to be quicker and a whole lot slicker, catchin that son of a beast
after the fight when the skillet got right
and we ll put him in the frying pan
You got to be sharper than a hawk eye, you got to be a hunter like an old swamp cat
Than a louisiana son of a beast, climbing up in a cyprus tree, we ran him in an old hollow stomp
I remember it well it was a night of hell, me and brother bob was out chasing wild hogs, you got to be quicker and a whole lot slicker
down in the louisiana swamp
and we ll put him in the frying pan
Tryin a eat us up with his teeth, we finally got him home, he was razor blade sharp
snappin in the dark
We caught him in a trap but he fought his way out, than a louisiana son of a beast of, you got to be quicker and a whole lot slicker
When the alligator makes his move, he was one mean son of a beast, you got to know how to slit through the fog
You got to be quicker and a whole lot slicker, i remember it well it was a night of hell
catchin that son of a beast
I remember it well it was a night of hell, than a louisiana son of a beast, he was razor blade sharp
You got to know how to slit through the fog, he was bad to the bone
And we ll put him in the frying pan, down in the louisiana swamp of, catchin that son of a beast
You got to know how to slit through the fog, he was bad to the bone
than a louisiana son of a beast
You got to know how to slit through the fog, you got to be sharper than a hawk eye, i remember it well it was a night of hell
We finally got him home, when the alligator makes his move Louisiana, me and brother bob was out chasing wild hogs
tryin a eat us up with his teeth
You got to be a hunter like an old swamp cat, he was razor blade sharp
we finally got him home
tryin a eat us up with his teeth
he was bad to the bone
After the fight when the skillet got right, he was razor blade sharp of, than a louisiana son of a beast
you got to be sharper than a hawk eye
tryin a eat us up with his teeth
When the alligator makes his move, than a louisiana son of a beast
Catchin that son of a beast, you got to be quicker and a whole lot slicker
climbing up in a cyprus tree
Tryin a eat us up with his teeth, we finally got him home, you got to know how to slit through the fog