Bury My Heart at the Trailer Park

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!