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• Artiste: Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers
• Titre: Burn My Heart at the Trailer Park
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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!