Текст песни keen jr robert earl - armadillo jackal | guitar chord и Mp3
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"The Armadillo Jackal" by Robert Earl KeenFrom: Moondog 96 This song uses a capo on the 3rd fret and all the chords are listed as the 3rd fret being open.Am GThe evening sun was sinkin` down, a chill north wind a-blowsF EThe new-plowed ground was coolin` fast, the river rolls and flows Am GBeneath the two-lane concrete river bridge between my place and town F EOn that hot-bed Farm to Market road they call 1291 Am GI`m sayin` son you`ll see me searchin`; sizzlin` down that broad hiwayF EDollar signs in both my eyes, I`m seekin` out my prey. I`m prayin` Am G"Jesus, will you send me just another three or four?" F EThey pay two-fifty down in Halletsville, 3 dollars, maybe more. Am GAnd more than likely they`ll be out tonight a-wanderin` from the farms;F EWaddlin` down 1291 to keep their bodies warm. Am GI`m talking walkin` belts and neckties, and boots for rodeo; F EThey don`t run too fast, don`t waste much gas. I`m makin` lots o`dough. Am C G D Am C G DThe armadillo....o....o...o The armadillo....o....o...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 HalletsvilleThey don`t take `em alive. The jackal cri....i....i...ied The jackal cri....i....i...ied The jackal cried, "Look there`s two ofThem a-walkin` down the line. I can`t believe my luck tonight this hereMakes twenty-nine!" And so he rolled the first one runnin`. The secondWas too fast. His breaks and laughter squealin` as he stomped down on theGas. Good-God, his car was sideways flyin`, when the bridge wall met hisDoor. The impact shook the river bed his foot went through the floorForevermore....or....or...ore Forevermore....or....or....oreForevermore was his last moment from the bridge wall to the stream; fromThe speckled blood around his smile a-spewin` gasoline. And then he Screamed his raspy epitaph, before he turned to flame: "They pay two-fiftydown in Halletsville.... I ain`t the one to blame....."Ain`t it a sha....a....a...ame The jackal cri....i....i...iedThe armadillo....o....o...o The armadillo....o....o...o(repeat until fade)submitted by wildstar@ix.netcom.com