| For many long years I’ve played a lone hand
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| I rode my horse in many strange lands
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| Until one day I stopped for awhile
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| For two blue eyes and a sunny smile
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| So howl away you old coyote
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| I hear your sad and lonesome song
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| You’re calling me back to old Montana
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| Back to those hills where I belong
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| One day I rode away from home
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| I’m a travelling back and it won’t be long
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| I’ll see you again in a little while
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| You’re my darling sweet, my welcome smile
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| So howl away you old coyote
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| I hear your sad and lonesome song
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| You’re calling me back to old Montana
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| Back to those hills where I belong
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| So howl away you old coyote
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| I hear your sad and lonesome song
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| You’re calling me back to old Montana
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| Back to those hills where I belong… |