Louisiana Son of a Beast - John Anderson

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