Paroles de Coyotes Point

I love me some moonshine And it knows me well It guides me at nighttime And fills up the jars on the shelf I've heard it makes coyotes Sing ballads and hunt like hell I think I might be A bit of a coyote myself Awoo, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh In canyons of sagebrush I've been known to dwell Stalking and pouncing prey Taking their lives and their wealth And we all have tales Of encounters with death we can tell And they're all just like me And I'm a bit of a coyote myself Awoo, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Awoo, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Awoo, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (a bit of a coyote myself) Awoo, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (a bit of a coyote myself)