Armadillo Jackal

The evening sun was sinking down, a chill north wind a-blows
The new-plowed ground was cooling fast, the river rolls and flows
Beneath the two-lane concrete river bridge between my place and town
On that hot-bed Farm to Market road they call 1291

I'm saying son you'll see me searching, sizzling down that broad hiway
Dollar signs in both my eyes, I'm seeking out my prey I'm praying
"Jesus, will you send me just another three or four?"
They pay two-fifty down in Halletsville, 3 dollars, maybe more.

And more than likely they'll be out tonight a-wandering from the farms,
Waddling down 1291 to keep their bodies warm.

I'm talking walking belts and neckties, and boots for rodeo,
They don't run too fast, don't waste much gas.
I'm making lots o'dough.

The armadillo, oh, oh, oh
The armadillo, oh, oh, oh
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 doing sixty, sixty-five,
they take 'em frozen down in Halletsville
They don't take 'em alive.

The jackal cried
The jackal cried
The jackal cried,
"Look there's two of
Them a-walking down the line.

I can't believe my luck tonight this here
Makes twenty-nine!"
And so he rolled the first one running.
The second was too fast.
His breaks and laughter squealing as he stomped down on the gas.

Good-God, his car was sideways flying,
When the bridge wall met his door.
The impact shook the river bed his foot went through the floor

Forevermore
Forevermore
Forevermore was his last moment from the bridge wall to the stream, from
The speckled blood around his smile a-spewing 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 shame
The jackal cried
The armadillo
The armadillo