Bury My Heart at the Trailer Park Songtext
von Roger Clyne & the Peacemakers

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 livin′ high on the hog
Got me a jackrabbit grillin′ on a duraflame log
Check out my ice chest chillin' down my homebrewed grog...


Well 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 from a torch to a spark
When I finally snuff out and the lights go dark
And I find I'm resigned to admit that my bite ain′t as bad as my bark
No more.
Won'tcha 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 screwtop bottle of wine
And I′ll be feelin' no pain in no time...

Well 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 n′ grit n' mud is runnin' in my blood
So when I finally burn down and the lights go dark
When 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...
Momma bury my heart at the trailer park!