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Roger Clyne & The Peacemakers - "Bury My Heart At The Trailer Park"
Lyrics to Bury My Heart At The Trailer Park : Im 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 Im a poor, poor devil Im a lucky, lucky dog If Im a low, low life Im living high on the hog Got me a jackrabbit gillin on a Duraflame log Check out my ice chest chillin down my home-brewed grog Cause 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, the lights go dark, I finally snuff out from a torch to a spark And I find Im resigned to admit that my bite aint as bad as my bark no more Well mama, bury my heart at the trailer park Well I know how to set this ramblers heart to heal Ill turn the Spice channel on in the fifth wheel And crack a fresh screw-top bottle of wine And Ill be feelin no pain in no time Cause 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 and grit and mud is runnin in my blood So when I finally burn down, the lights go dark, I finally snuff out from a torch to a spark And I find Im resigned to admit that my bite aint as bad as my bark no more Well mama, bury my heart at the trailer park 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 and grit and mud is runnin in my blood So when I finally burn down, the lights go dark I finally snuff out from a torch to a spark And I find Im resigned to admit that my bite aint as bad as my bark no more Mama, bury my heart at the trailer park [ Bury My Heart At The Trailer Park Lyrics ]
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