| They call him a bandit
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| And you know the notches
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| That he ought to wear on his gun
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| He sees you through eyes
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| Hes partially blinded
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| >from staring to long at the sun
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| But hes true to his school
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| And hes nobodys fool
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| And hes lucky to still be alive
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| The wolf pack will die
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| When its scattered by man
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| Lonesome coyotes survive.
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| He burried his feelings
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| And life was a mountain
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| That he was determined to climb
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| Then he caught the scent
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| Of a sister in spirit
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| Who taught him to love her in time
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| Somehow or other
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| She gathered together
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| The cubs that he sired on the way
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| And they run by his side
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| Through the chill hungry night
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| And they sleep to his sweet serenade
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| Theres a part of his heart up in heaven
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| And a part that will always be wild
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| And all he can leave them is love and a reason
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| To run for the rest of their lifves
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| Lonesome coyotes survive.
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| Theres a part of his heart up in heaven
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| And a part that will always be wild
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| And all he can leave them is love and a reason
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| To run for the rest of their lifves
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| Lonesome coyotes survive. |