Bury My Heart At The Trailer Park

Album: Sonoran Hope And Madness (2002)
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  • Well, I'm hell (I'm hell)
    On wheels and women and horses
    Got me a string of lame nags and a few divorces
    I keep my eyes peeled wide to see
    The next future ex Mrs. Me
    If I'm a poor, poor devil I'm a lucky, lucky dog
    If I'm a low, low life I'm living high on the hog
    Got me a jackrabbit grillin' on a duraflame log
    Check out my ice chest chillin' down my home brewed grog

    Well, I born in a feedlot, raised in a strip mall
    Cut my teeth on a mason jar, I was kickin' beer cans before I could crawl
    On my first run around the sun I was shootin' straight and I was walkin' tall
    So when I finally burn down from a torch to a spark
    I finally snuff out and my lights go dark
    And I find I'm resigned to admit that my bite ain't as bad as my bark no more
    Won't you bury my heart at the trailer park.

    Well I know (I know) how to set this rambler's heart to heal
    I'll turn the Spice channel on in the fifth wheel
    And crack a fresh screw-top bottle of wine
    And I'll be feelin' no pain in no time

    Well, I was born in a feedlot, raised in a strip mall
    Cut my teeth on a mason jar, I was kickin' beer cans before I could crawl
    On my first run around the sun I was shootin' straight and I was walkin' tall.
    I learned to hate from a strip mine, love from a strip bar
    Honesty and charity, I stole 'em from a tip jar
    The lust for the dust and the grease and grit and mud is runnin' in my blood
    So when I finally burn down and the lights go dark
    I finally snuff out from a torch to a spark
    And I find I'm resigned to admit that my bite ain't as bad as my bark no more
    Well, mama, bury my heart at the trailer park.

    Well, I was born in a feedlot, raised in a strip mall
    Cut my teeth on a mason jar, I was kickin' beer cans before I could crawl
    On my first run around the sun I was shootin' straight and I was walkin' tall.
    I learned to hate from a strip mine, love from a strip bar
    Honesty and charity, I stole 'em from a tip jar
    The lust for the dust and the grease and grit and mud is runnin' in my blood
    So when I finally burn down and the lights go dark
    I finally snuff out from a torch to a spark
    And I find I'm resigned to admit that my bite ain't as bad as my bark no more
    Mama, bury my heart at the trailer park
    Bury my heart, bury my heart

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