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"The Armadillo Jackal" by Robert Earl Keen
From: Moondog 96 <
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This song uses a capo on the 3rd fret and all the chords are listed as
the 3rd fret being open.
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The evening sun was sinkin down, a chill north wind a-blows[/tab]
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The new-plowed ground was coolin fast, the river rolls and flows[/tab]
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Beneath the two-lane concrete river bridge between my place and town[/tab]
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On that hot-bed Farm to Market road they call 1291[/tab]
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I m sayin son you ll see me searchin ; sizzlin down that broad hiway[/tab]
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Dollar signs in both my eyes, I m seekin out my prey. I m prayin [/tab]
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"Jesus, will you send me just another three or four?"[/tab]
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They pay two-fifty down in Halletsville, 3 dollars, maybe more.[/tab]
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And more than likely they ll be out tonight a-wanderin from the farms;[/tab]
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Waddlin down 1291 to keep their bodies warm.[/tab]
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I m talking walkin belts and neckties, and boots for rodeo;[/tab]
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They don t run too fast, don t waste much gas. I m makin lots o dough.[/tab]
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The armadillo....o....o...o The armadillo....o....o...o The armadillo[/tab]
(after this use the same chord progression as the first verse)
Never sees me when I hit him with my brights. His life don t flash
Before his eyes, he s blinded by my lights and so I hit him with my
Bumper doin sixty, sixty-five; they take em frozen down in Halletsville
They don t take em alive. The jackal cri....i....i...ied
The jackal cri....i....i...ied The jackal cried, "Look there s two of
Them a-walkin down the line. I can t believe my luck tonight this here
Makes twenty-nine!" And so he rolled the first one runnin . The second
Was too fast. His breaks and laughter squealin as he stomped down on the
Gas. Good-God, his car was sideways flyin , when the bridge wall met his
Door. The impact shook the river bed his foot went through the floor
Forevermore....or....or...ore Forevermore....or....or....ore
Forevermore was his last moment from the bridge wall to the stream; from
The speckled blood around his smile a-spewin gasoline. And then he
Screamed his raspy epitaph, before he turned to flame: "They pay two-fifty
down in Halletsville.... I ain t the one to blame....."
Ain t it a sha....a....a...ame The jackal cri....i....i...ied
The armadillo....o....o...o The armadillo....o....o...o
(repeat until fade)
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