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I´m Hell on wheels and women and horsesGot me a string of lame nags and a few divorcesI keep my eyes peeled wide to seeThe next future ex-Mrs. me...If I´m a poor, poor devilI´m a lucky, lucky dogIf I´m a low, low life I´m livin´ high on the hogGot me a jackrabbit grillin´ on a duraflame logCheck out my ice chest chillin´ down my homebrewed grog...Well I was born in a feedlot, raised in a strip mallCut my teeth on a mason jarI was kickin´ beer cans before I could crawlOn my first run around the sun I was shootin´ straight and I was walkin´ tallSo when I finally burn down from a torch to a sparkWhen I finally snuff out and the lights go darkAnd I find I´m resigned to admit that my bite ain´t as bad as my barkNo more..Won´tcha bury my heart at the trailer park...Well I know how to set this rambler´s heart to healI´ll turn the spice channel on in the fifth wheelAnd crack a fresh screwtop bottle of wineAnd I´ll be feelin´ no pain in no time...Well I was born in a feedlot, raised in a strip mallLetras de cancionesCut my teeth on a mason jarI was kickin´ beer cans before I could crawlOn my first run around the sun I was shootin´ straight and I was walkin´ tallI learned to hate from a strip mine, love from a strip barHonesty and charity I stole `em from a tip jarThe lust for the dust and the grease n´ grit n´ mud is runnin´ in my bloodSo when I finally burn down and the lights go darkWhen I finally snuff out from a torch to a sparkAnd I find I´m resigned to admit that my bite ain´t as bad as my barkNo more...Momma bury my heart at the trailer park! From Letras Mania