Armadillo Jackal

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

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

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Beneath the two-lane concrete river bridge between my place and town

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On that hot-bed Farm to Market road they call 1291

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

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

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"Jesus, will you send me just another three or four?"

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

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

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Waddlin' down 1291 to keep their bodies warm.

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

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

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