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AMOS MOSES
JERRY REED

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Now, Amos Moses was a Cajun,
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he lived by himself in a swamp;

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He hunted alligators for a living,

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just knock 'em in the head with a stump;
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The Louis-i-an-a law's gonna get ya, Amos;-

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 It  ain't leg-al hunting alligators 

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down in the swamp, boy;

VERSE 2:
Now everybody blames his old man
for making him mean as a snake;
When Amos Moses was a boy,
his Daddy would use him for alligator bait;


CHORUS:
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About forty - five minutes south - east
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of Tip-pi-doe, Louis-i-an-a

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live a man called Doc Millsap
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and his pretty wife Hannah;
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Well, they raised up a son
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that could eat up his weight in groceries;


Spoken: Named him after the cloth - called him
Amos Moses

VERSE 3:
Now the folks around south Louisiana
said Amos was a Hell of a man;
He could trap the biggest, meanest alligator,
and just use one hand;
That's all he got left, 'cause the alligator bit
him,
Left arm gone clean up to the elbow.

VERSE 4:
Well, the sheriff got wind that Amos was in the
swamp trapping alligator skins
So he snook in the swamp gonna get the boy but he
never come out again
Well, I wonder where the Louisiana sheriff went to
Well, you can sure get lost in the Louisiana bayou
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