Armadillo Jackal by Robert Earl Keen
Trascribbed by DWdrummer67.
Tuning: Standard, or capo to vocals as necessary.
Am G
The evening sun was sinkin' down, a chill north wind a-blows
F E
The new-plowed ground was coolin' fast, the river rolls and flows
Am G
Beneath the two-lane concrete river bridge between my place and town
F E
On that hot-bed Farm to Market road they call 1291
Am G
I'm sayin' son you'll see me searchin', sizzlin' down that broad highway
F E
Dollar signs in both my eyes, I'm seekin' out my prey
Am G
I'm prayin' "Jesus, will you send me just another three or four?"
F E
They pay two-fifty down in Halletsville, 3 dollars, maybe more
Am G
And more than likely they'll be out tonight a-wanderin' from the farms
F E
Waddlin' down 1291 to keep their bodies warm
Am G
I'm talking walkin' belts and neckties, and boots for rodeo
F E
They don't run too fast, don't waste much gas, I'm makin' lots o'dough
Chorus:
Am C G D Am C G D
The armadillo....o....o....o…The armadillo....o....o....o
Am G
The Armadillo never sees me, when I hit him with my brights
F E
His life don't flash before his eyes, he's blinded by my lights
Am G
And so I hit him with my bumper doin' sixty, sixty-five
F E
They take 'em frozen down in Halletsville, they don't take 'em alive
Chorus:
Am C G D Am C G D
The jackal cri....i....i...ied… The jackal cri....i....i...ied
Am G
The jackal cried, look there's two of them a-walkin' down the line
F E
I can't believe my luck tonight this here makes twenty-nine
Am G
And so he rolled the first one runnin', the second was too fast
F E
His breaks and laughter squealin' as he stomped down on the gas
Am G
Good-God, his car was sideways flyin', when the bridge wall met his door
F E
The impact shook the river bed his foot went through the floor
Chorus:
Am C G D Am C G D
Forevermore....or....or...ore Forevermore....or....or....ore
Am G
Forevermore was his last moment from the bridge wall to the stream
F E
From the speckled blood around his smile a-spewin' gasoline
Am G
And then he screamed his raspy epitaph, before he turned to flame
F... E...
They pay two-fifty down in Halletsville.... I ain't the one to blame.....
Am C G D Am C G D
Ain't it a sha....a....a....ame The jackal cri....i....i...ied
Am C G D Am C G D
The armadillo....o....o....o The armadillo....o....o....o
(repeat until fade)
