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Texty: Hank Williams Jr.. Amos Moses.

Now, Amos Moses was a Cajun
He lived by his self in the swamp
He hunted alligator for livin'
He just knocked 'em in the head with a stump

Louisiana law gonna get you Amos
It ain't legal huntin' alligators down in the swamp boy
Now, everybody blamed his old man
For makin' him mean as a snake

When Amos Moses was a boy
His daddy'd use him for alligator bait
Tie a rope around his neck and throw him in the swamp
Alligator bait in the Louisiana bayou

About forty-five minutes south of Thibadoux Louisiana
Lived a cat named Doc Milsap, his pretty wife Hanna
Well, they raised up a son that could eat up his weight in groceries
Named him after a man of the cloth, called him Amos Moses

Everybody in south Louisiana said Amos was a helluva man
He could trap the biggest and meanest alligator and just use one hand
That's all he got left 'cause a alligator bit it
Left arm gone clean up to the elbow

Well, the Sheriff caught wind of Amos
In the swamp trappin' alligator skins
That Sheriff went lookin' for Amos
Boy, you know he never come out again

I wonder where the Louisiana Sheriff went to
You can sure get lost in the Louisiana Bayou

About forty-five minutes south of Thibadoux Louisiana
Lived a cat named Doc Milsap, his pretty wife Hanna
Well, they raised up a son that could eat up his weight in groceries
Named him after a man of the cloth, called him Amos Moses

About forty-five minutes south of Thibadoux Louisiana
Lived a cat named Doc Milsap and his pretty wife Hanna
Well, they raised up a son that could eat up his weight in groceries
Named him after a man of the cloth, called him Amos Moses, so