| Coyote
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| That’s what they call me
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| And say inhumane
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| Is that what I’ll be
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| I’ll be a death without a tombstone
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| A silhouette, without a shadow
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| Met the kid in Frisco
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| Cisco was his name
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| He said, I try to get stoned
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| So I can go insane
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| Well, I do the same
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| Hey there kid, dame tu nombre
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| I told him, I don’t know, but…
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| Coyote
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| That’s what they call me
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| And say inhumane
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| Is that what I’ll be
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| I’ll be a man, without a real home
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| A piece of ham, cut off a dry bone
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| Met the kid in Frisco
|
| Cisco was his name
|
| He said, I try to get stoned
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| So I can go insane
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| Well, I do the same
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| Hey there kid, dame tu nombre
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| I told him, I don’t know, but…
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| Coyote was a good man riding through the badlands
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| Riding miles and miles of red desert sand
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| Coyote was a good man in the bad bad hands
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| Of a God who doesn’t care, and doesn’t understand
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| What it is to be a man
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| Coyote
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| That’s what they call me
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| And say inhumane
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| Is that what I’ll be
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| I’ll be a sad, lonely rider
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| I’ve got no friends, no one to deride
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| Met the kid in Frisco
|
| Cisco was his name
|
| He said, I try to get stoned
|
| So I can go insane
|
| Well, I do the same
|
| Hey there kid, dame tu nombre
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| I told him, I don’t know, but…
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| Wild coyote |