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Headin' out your heart beatin' in your head. Ridin' on the Texas wind.
Raise your feet as you cross the state line. Wakin' up to mesa sun andthe sky on the way to come call ray (?) and Santa Fe seems a stone's throwaway. Yeah. Coyote. Coyote. Come down the Phoenix sun on your faceturns you red by the afternoon and to the right the Grand Canyon is wide.
Sing along the needles skip in the wind. Count the stars at Death Valleyand in the dark fog still starts to fade. Coyote. Coyote. Coyote. etc.
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