Armadillo
Well, I met an armadillo
Out in Amarillo
And he asked me for a light
I said where ya goin'
He said I don't really know
And I said brother I've been there twice
Then he hopped up in the shotgun
Then he started rollin' one
I said we gonna get along fine
The armadillo with a doobie
And a coldie in a koozie
Had me drivin' to the county line
And I know it sounds crazy
But please believe me baby
I swear that's where I was last night
Well, I woulda pulled over
Kicked him to the shoulder
But I seen he had a pistol on his hip
He said no turnin' back
We got coppers on our ass
And I'm gonna get away with this shit
Well, I didn't even think to ask the armadillo
Just what it was that he'd done
All I could do was drive
And pray that I survived
'Cause arma-damma-dillo had a gun
Don't try and call my bluff
Honey, you can't make this shit up
(Three, four)
Met an armadillo
Out in Amarillo
And he asked me for a light
I said hey where ya goin'
He said I don't really know
And I said brother I've been there twice
Then he hopped up in the shotgun
And then he started rollin' one
I said we gonna get along fine
The armadillo with a doobie
And a coldie in a koozie
Had me drivin' to the county line
And I know it sounds crazy
But please believe me baby
I swear that's where I was last night
An armadillo with a doobie
And a coldie in a koozie
Had me drivin' to the county line
And I know it sounds crazy
But please believe me baby
I swear that's where I was last night
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Out in Amarillo
And he asked me for a light
I said where ya goin'
He said I don't really know
And I said brother I've been there twice
Then he hopped up in the shotgun
Then he started rollin' one
I said we gonna get along fine
The armadillo with a doobie
And a coldie in a koozie
Had me drivin' to the county line
And I know it sounds crazy
But please believe me baby
I swear that's where I was last night
Well, I woulda pulled over
Kicked him to the shoulder
But I seen he had a pistol on his hip
He said no turnin' back
We got coppers on our ass
And I'm gonna get away with this shit
Well, I didn't even think to ask the armadillo
Just what it was that he'd done
All I could do was drive
And pray that I survived
'Cause arma-damma-dillo had a gun
Don't try and call my bluff
Honey, you can't make this shit up
(Three, four)
Met an armadillo
Out in Amarillo
And he asked me for a light
I said hey where ya goin'
He said I don't really know
And I said brother I've been there twice
Then he hopped up in the shotgun
And then he started rollin' one
I said we gonna get along fine
The armadillo with a doobie
And a coldie in a koozie
Had me drivin' to the county line
And I know it sounds crazy
But please believe me baby
I swear that's where I was last night
An armadillo with a doobie
And a coldie in a koozie
Had me drivin' to the county line
And I know it sounds crazy
But please believe me baby
I swear that's where I was last night
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Raitiere, Jon Decious, Parker Twomey
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