| Coyote hunts his frightened meal
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| The moon splits on the broken wheel
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| She don’t know about the way she feels
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| Cherokee girl
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| Coyote hunts on winter ground
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| He tries to track a shadow down
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| She pulls her shawl a-tight around
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| Cherokee girl
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| Coyote now across the ridge
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| Coyote stalks around the hedge
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| She can hardly get from there
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| Cherokee girl
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| Cry over the coyote falling
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| Just right through the wind
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| Cry over the coyote calling
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| Tinkle in her skin
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| Man… she shivers
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| Man… she listens
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| Coyote getting near the fence
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| One week ago and ever since
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| She pulls the shade, don’t take no chance
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| Cherokee girl
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| Coyote sneaking 'round the porch
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| Is scratching on the kitchen door
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| She knows she’ll see him more and more
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| Cherokee girl
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| Cry of the coyote calling so cold outside
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| Cry of the coyote falling
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| She wants to stay inside
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| By the window
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| By the window, ooh…
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| Coyote calls so pleasingly
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| The moon shines down so lazily
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| She takes out that front door key
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| Cherokee girl |