As a little boy child, he liked to play ball,
Couldn’t keep from kissing the girls in the hall
Blue eyes twinklin’, would knock em dead
the kinda smile that would turn their heads
Always had trouble in his right hand
the left one open to fight the man

Coyote took another run
always wily, always wicked always under the gun
Coyote took another run

He liked taking chances, He liked running wild
He loved sneaking glances at the women in the aisles
His roamin left wreckage couldn’t be undone
Ain’t no refuge from the smokin gun
so damned high on a ten day run,
sometimes he thought he was the sun


he’s lost his pack, he’s outta control
He’s so off-track that it burns his soul


2013 © Campbell + Green

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