Joe: in the thread about ronrocos and tipples, I mentioned a song about armadillos by Robert Earl Keen, on his "No Kinda Dancer" CD. Found these on the net:


THE ARMADILLO JACKAL
by Robert Earl Keen

This song uses a capo on the 3rd fret and all the chords are listed as the 3rd fret being open.

 Am                                  G
  The evening sun was sinkin' down, a chill north wind a-blows
  F                                           E
  The new-plowed ground was coolin' fast, the river rolls and flows
              Am                               G
  Beneath the two-lane concrete river bridge between my place and town
          F                                E
  On that hot-bed Farm to Market road they call 1291
             Am                                    G
  I'm sayin' son you'll see me searchin'; sizzlin' down that broad hi-way
  F                                 E
  Dollar signs in both my eyes, I'm seekin' out my prey.
               Am                           G
  I'm prayin' "Jesus, will you send me just another three or four?"
               F                             E
  They pay two-fifty down in Halletsville, 3 dollars, maybe more.
                Am                              G
  And more than likely they'll be out tonight a-wanderin' from the farms;
  F                     E
  Waddlin' down 1291 to keep their bodies warm
              Am                              G
  I'm talking walkin' belts and neckties, and boots for rodeo;
             F                                        E
  They don't run too fast, don't waste much gas.  I'm makin' lots o' dough.
            Am     C    G   Am         Am       C    G   Am
  The armadillo....o....o...o  The armadillo....o....o...o  The armadillo

(After this use the same chord progression as the first verse)

The armadillo never sees me when I hit him with my brights.
His life don't flash 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 Halletsville They don't take 'em alive.
The jackal cri....i....i...ied, the jackal cri....i....i...ied

The jackal cried, "Good God 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 brakes and laughter squealin' as he stomped down on the gas.
Good-God, his
The impact shook the river bed, his foot went through the floor
Forevermore....or....or...ore, Forevermore....or....or....ore

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 Halletsville.... I ain't the one to blame....."
Ain't it a sha....a....a...ame, the jackal cri....i....i...ied
The armadillo....o....o...o The armadillo....o....o...o(repeat until fade)