Alligator

Intro = C   F  Am  C

C                      F         Am

Sleepy Alligator in the noon day sun,

C                               F       Am

Lyin' by the river just like he usually done.

C                           F             Am

Call for his whiskey, he can call for his tea,

C                           F          Am

Call all he want to, but he can't call me.

 

G                              A

Oh no! I've been there before, And I ain't gonna come around here no more.

A

And I ain't gonna come around here no more.

C      Dm     F     C   C7

F                     C           F                    C

(Hung up, waitin' for windy day) (Hung up, waitin' for windy day)

 

F                       C

Creepy alligator coming all around the bend,

F                                    C

Shoutin' about the times when we was mutual friends,

F                        C

I checked my memory and I checked it quick, yes I will.

F                             C

I checked it runnin' some old kind of trick.

Dm              A                   G7                           A

Oh no! Well I've been there before, And I ain't gonna come around here any more.

 

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A                            E          A                      E

Sailin' down the river in an old canoe, A bunch of bugs and an old tennis shoe.

A                    E               A                              E

Out of the river all ugly and green, Came the biggest old alligator that I've ever seen!

A                            E

Teeth big and pointy and his eyes were buggin' out,

A                             E

Contracted the union, put the beggars to rout.

A                             E

Screamin' and yellin', he was pickin' his chops,

A                     E

He never runs he just stumbles and hops.

A                     E

Just out of prison on ten dollars bail,

A                    E

Mumblin' bitches and waggin' his tail.

 

E     D    Em   E