 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 livin´ high on the hog
got me a jackrabbit grillin´ on a duraflame log
check out my ice chest chillin´ down my homebrewed grog...
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
so when I finally burn down from a torch to a spark
when I finally snuff out and the lights go dark
and I find I´m resigned to admit that my bite ain´t as bad as my bark
no more..
won´tcha bury my heart at the trailer park...
well 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 screwtop 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 n´ grit n´ mud is runnin´ in my blood
so when I finally burn down and the lights go dark
when 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...
momma bury my heart at the trailer park!
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