Liz Nash Music

Lyrics

Gator lived in the bottom of the boards of the boathouse in Boggie
Creek.
Nana saw him through the crack in the floor and said, “gator is winkin’ at
me.”
You could hear Gator bellow through the Spanish Moss, through the swamp and Cypress trees.
The screen door was busted; it would slap back and forth keeping time with his melody.

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Nana says, “He had a song of his own.”
Nana says, “He’s singing to me.”
Nana says, “He had a song of his own..”
He sings, “La De Da De Da De De.

The moon and stars were guiding lights back home to her doublewide.
Bellies will mumblin’ grumblin’, when your cupboards are bone dry.

Money rarely paid a visit to Beloved Boggie Creek.
But with a twinkle in her eye and babies sigh
She knew- and went to sleep.

Nana says, “I have a song of my own..”
Nana says, “I’m singing free.”
Nana says, “I have a song of my own..”
She sings, “La De Da De Da De De.

The very next day, the fog was thick, thick, like gravy on a biscuit.
She made a strong pot of coffee in her old percolator on the stove in her kitchenette.
She shimmied down the hill, to the water’s edge, in slippers and her 45. Like a bolt of lightning from a Florida storm... BANG, Gator died.

Nana says, “He had a song of his own.”
Nana says, “He’s singing to me.”
Nana says, “He had a song of his own..”
He sang, “La De Da De Da De De.
Nana says “He had a song of his own.”
Nana says, “He’s singing to me.”
Nana says, “He had a song of his own..”
He sang, “La De Da De Da De De.