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'm a poor, poor devil I'm a lucky, lucky dog
If I'm a low, low life I'm 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 I'm resigned to admit that my bite ain't as bad as my bark no more
Well mama, 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 screw-top bottle of wine
And I'll 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 I'm resigned to admit that my bite ain't 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 I'm resigned to admit that my bite ain't as bad as my bark no more
Mama, bury my heart at the trailer park


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