coyote sing along hour
wakin' up from mah slumber
to misunderstand another
though they call it terra firma
it dissolves beneath mah feet
lookin' through a pile of garbage
for some worthless piece of paper
that's been hidden there for me
to give meanin' to mah day
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re: coyote sing along hour
where do bad folks go when they die
don't go to heaven where the angels fly
go to a lake of fahr and fry
don't see 'em again till the 4th of July
well people cry an' people moan
look for a dry place to call their own
try to find a place to rest their bones
while th' angels and devils try to make 'em their own
