Well I'm hell (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 living high on the hog
Got me a jackrabbit grillin on a Duraflame log
Check out my ice chest chillin' down my home brewed 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
I finally snuff out and my lights go dark
And I find I'm resigned to admit that my bite ain't as bad as my bark, no more
Won't you bury my heart at the trailer park?
Well I know (I know) how to set this rambler's heart to heal
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A, E, A, D, A, D, E, E
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
So when I finally burn down and the lights go dark
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
Mama bury my heart at the trailer park
Bury my heart, bury my heart