| I was tripping down blackstar road
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| It’s where I found my new coyote coat
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| I took her home and showed her to the buck knife
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| I hung her out on my tree so she could dry
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| But this wasn’t your usual roadkill
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| It held the curse of the Little Miss Jack spell
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| Soon as I stepped out of my home
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| I felt this feeling inside of my bones
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| I started running to the blood stained road
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| To try to find the ol' pack of coyotes
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| This wasn’t your usual dead pup
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| It held a soul that picked me up
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| Now I could hear every voice of the path
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| They said they knew why I had come back
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| They said I was possessed by Little Miss Jack
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| To kill the man who’s been setting traps
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| This wasn’t your usual coot
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| It held the curse of the ol' coyote
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| I never did wake up from the trance
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| I killed every man with traps in his hands
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| I killed every man to walk down this path
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| I killed everyone for Little Miss Jack |