Armadillo Jackal Chords & Lyrics - Robert Earl Keen

Tuning: Standard, or capo to vocals as necessary.

[Am]The evening sun was sinkin' down, a ch[G]ill north wind a-blows
The n[F]ew-plowed ground was coolin' fast, the ri[E]ver rolls and flows
Beneath the [Am]two-lane concrete river bridge bet[G]ween my place and town
On that h[F]ot-bed Farm to Market road they c[E]all 1291
I'm sayin' [Am]son you'll see me searchin', sizzlin' d[G]own that broad highway
[F]Dollar signs in both my eyes, I'm se[E]ekin' out my prey
I'm prayin' "J[Am]esus, will you send me just ano[G]ther three or four?"
They pay two-fi[F]fty down in Halletsville, 3 dol[E]lars, maybe more
And more than li[Am]kely they'll be out tonight a-wan[G]derin' from the farms
[F]Waddlin' down 1291 to ke[E]ep their bodies warm
I'm talking wa[Am]lkin' belts and neckties, and bo[G]ots for rodeo
They don't r[F]un too fast, don't waste much gas, I'm ma[E]kin' lots o'dough

[CHORUS]
The arm[Am]adillo....[C]o....[G]o....[D]o…The arm[Am]adillo....[C]o....[G]o....[D]o

The Arm[Am]adillo never sees me, when I h[G]it him with my brights
His li[F]fe don't flash before his eyes, he's bli[E]nded by my lights
And so I [Am]hit him with my bumper doin' si[G]xty, sixty-five
They take 'em fr[F]ozen down in Halletsville, they do[E]n't take 'em alive

[CHORUS]
The jackal [Am]cri....[C]i....[G]i...i[D]ed… The jackal [Am]cri....[C]i....[G]i...i[D]ed

The jackal c[Am]ried, look there's two of them a-wa[G]lkin' down the line
I ca[F]n't believe my luck tonight this h[E]ere makes twenty-nine
And so he ro[Am]lled the first one runnin', the se[G]cond was too fast
His bre[F]aks and laughter squealin' as he sto[E]mped down on the gas
Good-God, his c[Am]ar was sideways flyin', when the br[G]idge wall met his door
The im[F]pact shook the river bed his f[E]oot went through the floor

[CHORUS]
Foreverm[Am]ore....[C]or....[G]or...o[D]re Foreverm[Am]ore....[C]or....[G]or....o[D]re

Foreverm[Am]ore was his last moment from the br[G]idge wall to the stream
From the spe[F]ckled blood around his smile a-sp[E]ewin' gasoline
And then he scr[Am]eamed his raspy epitaph, be[G]fore he turned to flame
F... E...
They pay two-fifty down in Halletsville.... I ain't the one to blame.....

Ain't it a [Am]sha....[C]a....[G]a....a[D]me The jackal [Am]cri....[C]i....[G]i...i[D]ed
The armadi[Am]llo....[C]o....[G]o....[D]o The armad[Am]illo....[C]o....[G]o....[D]o

(repeat until fade)