im 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 im a poor poor devil im a lucky lucky dog if im a low low life im 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 im resigned to admit that my bite aint as bad as my bark no more wontcha bury my heart at the trailer park well i know how to set this ramblers heart to heal ill turn the spice channel on in the fifth wheel and crack a fresh screwtop bottle of wine and ill 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 im resigned to admit that my bite aint as bad as my bark no more momma bury my heart at the trailer park 