Roger Clyne & The Peacemakers
Текст песни 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?ma poor, poor devil
I?ma lucky, lucky dog
if I?ma 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!