Roger Clyne & The Peacemakers - Bury My Heart At The Trailer Park lyrics

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!