Bury My Heart At The Trailer Park

Bury My Heart At The Trailer Park

The Peacemakers

from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html

Intro: G, C7 x4

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

I'll turn the spice channel on in the fifth wheel

And crack a fresh screw top bottle of wine and I'll 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 and grit and mud is runnin' in my blood

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

Well mama bury my heart at the trailer park

Solo Chords:

G, D, G, C, G, C, D, D

(key change)

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

Honesty and charity I stole 'em from a tip jar

The lust for the dust, and the grease and grit and mud is runnin' in my blood

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

A, D7 x4

Bury my heart, bury my heart...