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They is an old sayin' everybody knows it's True
Home sweet home is the place that's best for you
I likes to travel, I do likes to roam
When I get that fever before I got to go back home
I've seen them city folks try to move in way down south
Try to tell them Swamper people, what its all about
I've seen them city people, try to live in the bayou
Mutual of Omaha had to pay all the fools
Way down south, down by the everglades
You got to be careful, of the gators and all the snakes
Just a word of a warning for travelers south bound
I said, Cottonmouth Country
No place to fool around
Its bad bad...
Just one little squiter bite, will make your body sweat
And a 12 foot she Gator, scare youse half to death
And they got them cottonmouth bout as mean as can be
And if he bites you, your maker you're gonna see
Well, don't forget the mud, son, as deep as a creek
And some old razor back gonna chase you up a tree
They got them bob cats, they'll tare you limb from limb
And if you get lost the chances are mighty slim
Cottonmouth country is a place that's near to me
It's one of them places still the way it's suppose to be
Where a man can be so brave, tall as a big ol' tree
Barely know his way around
Wears boots above his knees
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