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Alligator skins, crocodile hides, good ol' boys, and their |
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Southern brides |
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City folk come for the lure of the bounty |
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But they don't come back 'cause the sheriff of the country is |
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Buford T. |
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Jefferson |
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Davis III |
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And I'm only here to warn you if you haven't heard about: |
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Gator hides- a sheriff's pride |
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Everyglades mirrored shades |
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He's a good ol' boy but he ain't no good |
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He'll bust your head on a stump |
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Just like splittin' wood |
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Got a story of his own though he ain't askin' for pity |
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Saw his folks shot dead for twelve dollars in the city |
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So Buford was orphaned by the city at ten |
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Got a chip on his shoulder the size of |
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Gentle Ben [Chorus] |
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Hunted 10,000 islands, drank 10,000 beers |
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Wanted 10,000 dollars, got 10,000 years |
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So I drank myself blind, on a homemade solution |
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As my body rots away in a penal institution |
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So if you come for the gators let me give you a clue |
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The shefiff of the county's got it in for you |
