Alligator Chomp (ballad Of Martin Luther Frog Jr) Lyrics - Shooter Jennings

A long time ago in a swamp far, far away 

Where Louisiana meets Texas 

And the snakes fall off the tree 

The critters are getting restless 

Getting greedy and mean 

The frogs all hate the toads 

Crocks all hate the gators 

Ain't nobody getting along 

They ain't teams, man, they just players 

(Oh, no) they all hating 

They don't know 

They all gonna get it 

(Oh, no) they all hating 

They all green 

They don't see 

They all gonna get it 

Trees fell in the river, cutting off the water to the swamp 

But the critters didn't feel the tremor, chasing tails around the stump 

The birds flying by could spot it from the sky but only one froggy knew 

That a gator with them ol teeth could chew down trees like a piece of meat 

But the frog stood on up and used a little froggy voice 

"Y'all don't see we gotta get it together, right now, we gotta make a choice" 

Before the frog got his next word out all anybody saw was a gator mouth 

Swallowing the froggy whole, while the toads and the crocks all cheered about