Armadillo

There was a little man who was travelin'
His papa never wanted to have him
And his mama loved him the best she could 'till she died
They call him armadillo 'cause he's tough as hell
If you could see beneath his weathered shell
You would drown in all the tears he's cried

Put on his hat
Put on his boots
Grabbed his guitar and he ripped up his roots
'Cause they were never really there at all
They were never really there at all

Bleached by the sun with his soles worn thin
Little ball of lightnin' kept ramblin'
All he ever wanted was a place to call his own
Made his way down to Californ-i-a
When a pretty little lady came and walked his way
He asked her her name and she said you could call me home

Took off his hat
Took off his boots
Stopped pickin' pockets and lookin' to loot
'Cause now he had a bride to catch him should he fall
Now he had a bride to catch him should he fall