Jay Ryan Beretti

Lyrics

In a honky tonk, in the backwoods Louisiana bayou
In walked, a big man with a gun and a knife
His left arm was gone and he smelled just like the river
But everybody knows if you laugh ya' gonna lose your life.
He looked meaner than the big bad snakes from the rivers of Georgia
And he said a little whiskey boys is all I want
But if you don't like the way this cajun's lookin',
I' ll hit you in the head like I do the alligators in the swamp.

Gator man, born and raised with a ju-ju hand
Gator man, living on Gumbo when he can.

Old timers say it happened when he was a boy
When him and Nellie Mae went a skinny dippin' in the swamp
And a big ole' gator caught them makin' love
He took Nellie Mae and left him with nothin' but a stump.
Now every since that day he's been searchin'
For every big ole' gator in the swampland that he can find,
Some folks say he's lost more than a sweet heart,
Cause everybody knows by now he's done lost his mind.

Gator man, living on catfish caught by hand
Gator man, gotta make a livin' any way he can.

I know somebody somewhere don't believe my story,
Well you just prove me wrong if you think you can,
Cause if you' re ever down in the backwoods Louisiana bayou
I' m sure you're gonna hear about the legend of the Gator man.

Gator man, born and raised with a ju-ju hand
Gator man, gotta make a livin' any way he can.
Gator man, they gonna get cha' don't ya' understand
Gator man, gotta make a livin' any way he can.
Gator man, born and raised in the Louisiana swampland
Gator man, gotta make a livin' any way he can.
Gator man.