Текст песни The Vandals - Gator Hide
The Vandals - Gator Hide слова песни
Alligator skins, crocodile hides, good ol` boys, and their Southern bridesCity folk come for the lure of the bounty But they don`t come back `cause the sheriff of the country is Buford T. Jefferson Davis IIIAnd I`m only here to warn you if you haven`t heard about:Gator hides- a sheriff`s prideEveryglades mirrored shadesHe`s a good ol` boy but he ain`t no goodHe`ll bust your head on a stumpJust like splittin` woodGot a story of his own though he ain`t askin` for pitySaw his folks shot dead for twelve dollars in the citySo Buford was orphaned by the city at tenGot a chip on his shoulder the size of Gentle Ben(CHORUS)Hunted 10,000 islands, drank 10,000 beersWanted 10,000 dollars, got 10,000 yearsSo I drank myself blind, on a homemade solutionAs my body rots away in a penal institutionSo if you come for the gators let me give you a clueThe shefiff of the county`s got it in for you