Armadillo Jackal

armadillo jackal by robert earl keen trascribbed by dwdrummer67 . tuning : standard , or capo to vocals as necessary . Am G the evening sun was sinkin’ down , a chill north wind A - blows F E the new - plowed ground was coolin’ fast , the river rolls and flows Am G beneath the two - lane concrete river Bridge between my place and town F E on that hot - bed farm to market road they call 1291 Am G i’m sayin’ son you’ll see me searchin’ , sizzlin’ down that broad highway F E dollar signs in both my eyes , i’m seekin’ out my prey Am G i’m prayin’ "jesus , will you send me just another three or four?" F E they pay two - fifty down in halletsville , 3 dollars , maybe more Am G and more than likely they’ll be out tonight A - wanderin’ from the farms F E waddlin’ down 1291 to keep their bodies warm Am G i’m talking walkin’ belts and neckties , and boots for rodeo F E they don’t run too fast , don’t waste much gas , i’m makin’ lots o’dough Chorus : Am C G D Am C G D the armadillo . . . . o . . . . o . . . . othe armadillo . . . . o . . . . o . . . . o Am G the armadillo never sees me , when i hit him with my brights F E his life don’t flash before his eyes , he’s blinded by my lights Am G and so i hit him with my bumper doin’ sixty , sixty - five F E they take ’em frozen down in halletsville , they don’t take ’em alive Chorus : Am C G D Am C G D the jackal cri . . . . i . . . . i . . . ied the jackal cri . . . . i . . . . i . . . ied Am G the jackal cried , look there’s two of them A - walkin’ down the line F E i can’t believe my luck tonight this here makes twenty - nine Am G and so he rolled the first one runnin’ , the second was too fast F E his breaks and laughter squealin’ as he stomped down on the gas Am G good - god , his car was sideways flyin’ , when the Bridge wall met his door F E the impact shook the river bed his foot went through the floor Chorus : Am C G D Am C G D forevermore . . . . or . . . . or . . . ore forevermore . . . . or . . . . or . . . . ore Am G forevermore was his last moment from the Bridge wall to the stream F E from the speckled blood around his smile A - spewin’ gasoline Am G and 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 D ain’t it a sha . . . . A . . . . A . . . . ame the jackal cri . . . . i . . . . i . . . ied Am C G D Am C G D the armadillo . . . . o . . . . o . . . . o the armadillo . . . . o . . . . o . . . . o ( repeat until fade )