Robert Earl Keen Jr – Armadillo Jackal chords

Armadillo Jackal by Robert Earl Keen

Trascribbed by DWdrummer67.

Tuning: Standard, or capo to vocals as necessary.

Am GThe evening sun was sinkin' down, a chill north wind a-blows
F 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 highway
F EDollar signs in both my eyes, I'm seekin' out my prey
Am GI'm prayin' "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
Am GThe Armadillo never sees me, when I hit him with my brights
F EHis life don't flash before his eyes, he's blinded by my lights
Am GAnd so I hit him with my bumper doin' sixty, sixty-five
F EThey take 'em frozen down in Halletsville, they don't take 'em alive
Am C G D Am C G DThe jackal cri....i....i...ied… The jackal cri....i....i...ied
Am GThe jackal cried, look there's two of them a-walkin' down the line
F EI can't believe my luck tonight this here makes twenty-nine
Am GAnd so he rolled the first one runnin', the second was too fast
F EHis breaks and laughter squealin' as he stomped down on the gas
Am GGood-God, his car was sideways flyin', when the bridge wall met his door
F EThe impact shook the river bed his foot went through the floor
Am C G D Am C G DForevermore....or....or...ore Forevermore....or....or....ore
Am GForevermore was his last moment from the bridge wall to the stream
F EFrom the speckled blood around his smile a-spewin' gasoline
Am GAnd 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 DAin't it a sha....a....a....ame The jackal cri....i....i...ied
Am C G D Am C G DThe armadillo....o....o....o The armadillo....o....o....o
(repeat until fade)
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