Coyote

 

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COYOTE
Words by Deke Weaver
Music by Mark Growden

Snow’s deep. Blood in my teeth
She’s gone
Wind packs a drift at my back
My paws split, they crack
She’s gone
If I had stepped right, kept her in sight
We’d trot across the lake
I should have smelled cold steel
She’s gone

Dark sky. Snow’s muzzle high
She’s gone
Trap jaw bites into her paw
Sharp ice broke her fall
She’s gone
If I had chewed quick, broken and ripped
Three legs she’d have today
I should have smelled cold steel
She’s gone

Everybody Holds A Piece Of The Sun

 

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EVERYBODY HOLDS A PIECE OF THE SUN
Words and music by Mark Growden

We gotta keep the fire burnin’
We gotta keep the fire burnin’ bright now
We gotta keep the fire burnin’
Everybody holds a piece of the sun
Everybody holds a piece of the sun

Singin’, don’t you worry, no
Don’t you worry no, no, no, no
Don’t you worry

Everybody holds a piece of the sun
Everybody holds a piece of the sun
Everybody holds a piece of the sun

Singin’, don’t you worry, no
Don’t you worry no, no, no, no
Don’t you worry

Everybody holds a piece of the sun
Everybody holds a piece of the sun
Everybody holds a piece of the sun

We gotta keep the fire burnin’
We gotta keep the fire burnin’ bright now

Faith In My Pocket

 

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FAITH IN MY POCKET
Words and Music by Mark Growden

I thought I saw a shootin’ star
It was a cigarette thrown from a trucker’s window

Life can be as rough as a Mississippi highway
Knock your daddy down for the count one, two, three
The leaves are gonna fall
The geese are gonna fly away
I’m gonna drop my needle in the hay

I’m gonna lay a fat kiss on the cold wet cheeks of Winter
and watch her blush
I’m gonna rub her clammy hands until her icy blue eyes
begin to glimmer
Oh, she make me shiver
Oh, she make me shiver

Life can be as rough as a Mississippi highway
Knock your daddy down for the count one, two, three
The leaves are gonna fall
The geese are gonna fly away
I’m gonna drop my needle in the hay

Oh, I’m gonna lay a fat kiss on the cold wet cheeks of Winter
and watch her blush
I’m gonna rub her clammy hands until her icy blue eyes
begin to glimmer
Oh, she make me simmer
Oh, she make me simmer

Winter won’t you drop bit of Faith in my pocket
Winter won’t you drop of Faith
Winter won’t you drop bit of Faith in my pocket
Faith in my pocket

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