Armadillo Jackal

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 searching
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 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
The armadillo
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
The armadillo
The armadillo