The soft wolf tread
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Thru Emerald Forest he was lookin' to make a bed
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There in the spindly thicket softly did he tread
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The soft wolf tread
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Sure was starved
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And thru his silver coat his ribs shown sharply carved
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The hand that feeds was pickin' weeds
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Sure looked starved
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Up comes Hood he's beautiful
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As a sirloin steak to a pit bull chained up
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It's good to see such an old friend again
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Such an old friend again
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Such an old friend again
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Then he said
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Dear Hood what brings you to this neck of the woods
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In your scarlet cape and your basket full of grapes
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What lures you to the woods
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The soft wolf tread
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The clearing and he's nervously tugging on his earring
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He talked how good such an old friend again
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Such an old friend again
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Such an old friend again
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Oh
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Such an old
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Such an old
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Such an old
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Ooh ooh ooh
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And then he spun
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A twisted tale 'bout a child who cried his name
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So many times that even when he yelled no one ever came
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The soft wolf tread
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The soft wolf tread
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The soft wolf tread
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Well he tread and tread and tread and tread
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Yeah an old friend again
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Such an old friend again
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Such an old friend again
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SOFT WOLF TREAD
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| Grant Lee Buffalo |
