A long time ago in a swamp far, far away...
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Where Louisiana meets Texas and the snakes fall off the tree
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The critters are gettin' restless, gettin' greedy and mean
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The frogs all hate the toads, crocks all hate the gators
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Ain't nobody gettin' along, they ain't teams, man, they just players
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(Oh no) They all hatin'
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They don't know
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They all gonna get it!
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(Oh no) They all hatin'
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They all green, they don't see
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They all gonna get it!
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Trees fell in the river, cuttin' off the water to the swamp
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But the critters didn't feel the tremor, chasin' tails around the stump
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Birds flyin' by could spot it from the sky but only one froggy knew
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That a gator with them big ol' teeth could chew down trees like a piece of meat
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But the frog stood on up and used a little froggy voice
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Y'all don't see we gotta get it together, right now we gotta make a choice!
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Before the frog got his next word out all anybody saw was a gator mouth
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Swallowin' the froggy whole, while the toads and the crocks all cheered about
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(Oh no) They all hatin'
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Swamps dryin' out, they don't know
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They all gonna get it!
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(Oh no) They all hatin'
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They don't see
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They all gonna get it!
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Alligator Chomp (The Ballad Of Dr. Martin Luther Frog Jr.)
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Shooter Jennings |