Texty piesní Robert Earl Keen

Robert Earl Keen

The Armadillo Jackal

The evening sun was sinkin' down, a chill north wind a-blows

The new plowed ground was coolin' fast, the river rolls and flows

Beneath the two lane concrete river bridge between my place

And town on that hot bed farm to market road they call 1291

I'm sayin' son you'll see me searchin'; sizzlin' down that broad highway

Dollar signs in both my eyes, I'm seekin' out my prey

I'm prayin', "Jesus, will you send me just another three or four?"

They pay two-fifty down in Hallettsville, 3 dollars, maybe more

And more than likely they'll be out tonight a-wanderin' from the farms

Waddlin' down 1291 to keep their bodies warm

I'm talking walkin' belts and neckties and boots for rodeo

They don't run too fast, don't waste much gas, I'm makin' lots o'dough

The armadillo, the armadillo

The armadillo

Never sees me when I hit him with my brights

His life don't pass 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 Hallettsville, they don't take 'em alive

The jackal cried, the jackal cried

The jackal cried

Look there's two of them a-walkin' down the line

I can't believe my luck tonight this here makes twenty-nine

And so he rolled the first one runnin', the second was too fast

His breaks and laughter squealin' as he stomped down on the gas

Good God, his car was sideways flyin'

When the bridge wall met his door

The impact shook the river bed

His foot went through the floor

Forevermore, forevermore

Forevermore

Was his last moment from the bridge wall to the stream

From the speckled blood around his smile a-spewin' gasoline

And then he screamed his raspy epitaph before he turned to flame

They pay two-fifty down in Hallettsville, I ain't the one to blame

Ain't it a shame, the jackal cried?

The armadillo, the armadillo

The armadillo, the armadillo

The armadillo