The Armadillo Jackal Robert Earl Keen
"The Armadillo Jackal" by Robert Earl Keen
This song uses a capo on the 3rd fret and all the chords are listed as
the 3rd fret being open.
[Am]The evening sun was sinkin' down, a[G] chill north wind a-blows
[F]The new-plowed ground was coolin' fast, the river [E]rolls and flows
Beneath the two-[Am]lane concrete river bridge be[G]tween my place and town
On that [F]hot-bed Farm to Market road they [E]call 1291
I'm sayin' s[Am]on you'll see me searchin'; sizzlin'[G] down that broad hiway
[F]Dollar signs in both my eyes, I'm seekin'[E] out my prey. I'm prayin'
"[Am]Jesus, will you send me just [G]another three or four?"
They pay two-[F]fifty down in Halletsville, 3 dollars, [E]maybe more.
And more than like[Am]ly they'll be out tonight a-[G]wanderin' from the farms;
[F]Waddlin' down 1291 to keep t[E]heir bodies warm.
I'm talking walk[Am]in' belts and neckties, and b[G]oots for rodeo;
They don't r[F]un too fast, don't waste much gas. I'm makin'[E] lots o'dough.
The armadi[Am]llo....[C]o....[G]o...[D]o The armadi[Am]llo....[C]o....[G]o...[D]o The armadillo
(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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