louisiana son of a beast

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mama saw an alligator crawling through the backyard, knockin' over garbage cans, popa said, "son, get that old shotgun, and we'll put him in the frying pan", after the fight when the skillet got right, we all had a family feast, i remember it well it was a night of hell, catchin' that son of a beast, me and brother bob was out chasing wild hogs, down in the louisiana swamp, we caught him in a trap but he fought his way out, we ran him in an old hollow stomp, he was razor blade sharp, snappin' in the dark, tryin'a eat us up with his teeth, yeah, he was bad to the bone, we finally got him home, he was one mean son of a beast, you got to know how to slit through the fog, to survive in the bayou, you got to be sharper than a hawk eye, when the alligator makes his move, you got to be a hunter like an old swamp cat, climbing up in a cyprus tree, you got to be quicker and a whole lot slicker, than a louisiana son of a beast, you got to know how to slit through the fog, to survive in the bayou, you got to be sharper than a hawk eye, when the alligator makes his move, you got to be a hunter like an old swamp cat, climbing up in a cyprus tree, you got to be quicker and a whole lot slicker, than a louisiana son of a beast, yeah, you got to be quicker and a whole lot slicker, than a louisiana son of a beast