| Mile marker 35 I saw, John can ya hear him howlin?
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| It must get lonely when the night sky falls
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| The coyote calling, I’d sing if my voice could:
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| Follow his high notes, down to the bass where the low end goes
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| Hungry to hide the killer inside, when the Coyote calls me home
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| We wandered aimless till the sun came up
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| Bring out your trumpets, children
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| Dance off the daylight till the moon wakes up
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| When the king of the prairie screams a dirge to awake we:
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| Follow his high notes, down to the bass where the low end goes
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| Hungry to hide the killer inside, when the Coyote calls me home
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| We caught him bathing, licking at his wounds
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| A face no reaction, just silence
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| Without a warning he began a tune, singing:
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| Sha-na-na-nana, Sha-sha sha-na-na Na, Sha-na-na-nana
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| AWHOO A WHOOU
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| Sha-na-na-nana, Sha-sha sha-na-na Na, Sha-na-na-nana
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| AWHOO
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| We just follow the high notes, down to the bass where the LOW end goes
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| Hungry to hide the killer inside, when the Coyote’s calling me home
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| Sha-na-na-nana, Sha-sha sha-na-na Na, Sha-na-na-nana
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| AWHOO A WHOOU
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| Sha-na-na-nana, Sha-sha sha-na-na Na, Sha-na-na-nana
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| AWHOO A WHOHOO
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| Sha-na-na-nana, Sha-sha sha-na-na Na Na, Sha-na-na-nana
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| Awhoo awhoo awhooo |