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Armadillo Jackal by Robert Earl Keen Trascribbed by DWdrummer67. Tuning: Standard, or capo to vocals as necessary.
AmThe evening sun was sinkin' down, a chGill north wind a-blows The nFew-plowed ground was coolin' fast, the riEver rolls and flows Beneath the Amtwo-lane concrete river bridge betGween my place and town On that hFot-bed Farm to Market road they cEall 1291 I'm sayin' Amson you'll see me searchin', sizzlin' dGown that broad highway FDollar signs in both my eyes, I'm seEekin' out my prey I'm prayin' "JAmesus, will you send me just anoGther three or four?" They pay two-fiFfty down in Halletsville, 3 dolElars, maybe more And more than liAmkely they'll be out tonight a-wanGderin' from the farms FWaddlin' down 1291 to keEep their bodies warm I'm talking waAmlkin' belts and neckties, and boGots for rodeo They don't rFun too fast, don't waste much gas, I'm maEkin' lots o'dough
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The armAmadillo....Co....Go....Do…The armAmadillo....Co....Go....Do The ArmAmadillo never sees me, when I hGit him with my brights His liFfe don't flash before his eyes, he's bliEnded by my lights And so I Amhit him with my bumper doin' siGxty, sixty-five They take 'em frFozen down in Halletsville, they doEn't take 'em alive
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The jackal Amcri....Ci....Gi...iDed… The jackal Amcri....Ci....Gi...iDed The jackal cAmried, look there's two of them a-waGlkin' down the line I caFn't believe my luck tonight this hEere makes twenty-nine And so he roAmlled the first one runnin', the seGcond was too fast His breFaks and laughter squealin' as he stoEmped down on the gas Good-God, his cAmar was sideways flyin', when the brGidge wall met his door The imFpact shook the river bed his fEoot went through the floor
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ForevermAmore....Cor....Gor...oDre ForevermAmore....Cor....Gor....oDre ForevermAmore was his last moment from the brGidge wall to the stream From the speFckled blood around his smile a-spEewin' gasoline And then he scrAmeamed his raspy epitaph, beGfore he turned to flame F... E... They pay two-fifty down in Halletsville.... I ain't the one to blame.....
Ain't it a Amsha....Ca....Ga....aDme The jackal Amcri....Ci....Gi...iDed The armadiAmllo....Co....Go....Do The armadAmillo....Co....Go....Do
(repeat until fade)