ALL YOU CAN EAT
© Greg Keeler 1992

Coyotes And Cowboys

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Your coyote's a lot like your cowboy,
Misguided and damaged but free.
In a life out of order, he'll be runnin' the border
Of what he's allowed to be.

Your every-day coyote moves like he's half dead.
He's gotta limp slant-wise to run straight ahead.
He looks like he's starvin' even after he's fed.
If you think that he's laughin he cryin' instead.

Your every-day coyote ain't right in the brain.
When his pals and him sing it sounds like they're in pain.
Hell, he don't have the sense to come in from the rain,
And when there's trouble, he's always to blame.

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He's humble my day, and he's cocky by night.
Don't be fooled by that smile. He's just fixin' to fight.
He's not that concerned with what's wrong or what's right.
If you think that he's jokin' he's ready to fight.

When it comes to abuse, he's seen more than his share.
He just gets along on a wing and a prayer.
Look over your shoulder and nothin' is there,
Then he shows up from out of thin air.

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There's a wild one that runs where the wildest won't go,
Way up in the mountains at thirty below.
The hunters have tried but they're always too slow.
They only find blood on the snow.

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