Earl Keen, Robert - The Armadillo Jackal Lyrics






The evening sun was sinkin' down, a chill north wind a-blows
The new plowed ground was coolin' 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 sayin' son you'll see me searchin'; sizzlin' down that broad highway
Dollar signs in both my eyes, I'm seekin' out my prey
I'm prayin', "Jesus, will you send me just another three or four?"
They pay two-fifty down in Hallettsville, 3 dollars, maybe more

And more than likely they'll be out tonight a-wanderin' from the farms
Waddlin' down 1291 to keep their bodies warm
I'm talking walkin' belts and neckties and boots for rodeo
They don't run too fast, don't waste much gas, I'm makin' lots o'dough

The armadillo, the armadillo
The armadillo

Never sees me when I hit him with my brights
His life don't pass 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 Hallettsville, they don't take 'em alive

The jackal cried, the jackal cried
The jackal cried

Look 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 breaks and laughter squealin' as he stomped down on the gas

Good God, his car was sideways flyin'
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-spewin' gasoline
And then he screamed his raspy epitaph before he turned to flame
They pay two-fifty down in Hallettsville, I ain't the one to blame

Ain't it a shame, the jackal cried?
The armadillo, the armadillo
The armadillo, the armadillo
The armadillo





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Earl Keen, Robert The Armadillo Jackal Comments
  1. E.... M....

    No one understands this song. It's really about how the jackel. Jackle. How he feels when the human gets killed. The armadillo. R e K

  2. H.... H....

    Hes a poet if i ever heard one..love it

  3. j.... h....

    Robert Earl Keen is one of the GOATs

  4. C.... D....

    The evening sun was sinkin' down, a chill north wind a-blows
    The new-plowed ground was coolin' 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 sayin' son you'll see me searchin', sizzlin' down that broad hiway
    Dollar signs in both my eyes, I'm seekin' out my prey I'm prayin'
    "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-wanderin' from the farms,
    Waddlin' down 1291 to keep their bodies warm.
    I'm talking walkin' belts and neckties, and boots for rodeo,
    They don't run too fast, don't waste much gas.
    I'm makin' 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 doin' 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-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 breaks and laughter squealin' as he stomped down on the gas.
    Good-God, his car was sideways flyin',
    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-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 shame
    The jackal cried
    The armadillo
    The armadillo

  5. C.... D....

    Best song ever written.... i love REK...

    C.... D....

    Brilliant songwriter.

  6. C.... W....

    It disappoints me on how many people dont know this song

    C.... W....

    People seem to avoid Texas artists & music. I don't know why, but it's sad. Their loss I guess.

    C.... W....

    I cant agree more, christmas from the family a good one too.

    C.... W....

    @Terminator X country. It's terrible.

    I don't think this is country but its sad. :(