| Down on Gator Road is just a little place called home |
| It's the only life I know where I never seem to be alone |
| The neighbour up the road comes down |
| Eatin' corn on the cob in a jug |
| Cajun music is the sound and the crackle of the fire and a mug |
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| Gator Road, I gotta get gettin' |
| Gator Road, you better be bettin' |
| Gator Road and my daddy is a-sweatin' |
| Gator Road |
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| Alright |
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| Down on Gator Road where I met a fine girl who's pure |
| Sleeps to the croakin' of the toad |
| Fertilizes field with manure |
| Don't have to lock the door cause there ain't a bad soul around |
| Don't have to worry about the war, better move cause I'm gettin' worn down |
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| Gator Road, I gotta get gettin' |
| Gator Road, you better be bettin' |
| Gator Road and my daddy is a-sweatin' |
| Gator Road |
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| Alright, haha, yeah |
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| Gator Road, I gotta get gettin' |
| Gator Road, you better be bettin' |
| Gator Road and my daddy is a-sweatin' |
| Gator Road |
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| Gator Road, Gator Road |
| Gator Road, Gator Road |
| Gator Road, Gator Road |
| Gator Road, Gator Road |
| Gator Road |
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