I'd been riding fence all day
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Way up on the summer range
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Found a place to make my bed
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As the evening shadows spread
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Beyond the campfire light
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Through the stillness of the night
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Came the call of the coyote choir
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And the song of the wind in the wire.
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As it strummed the rusted strings
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It sang of long forgotten things
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Many moons and many suns
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Of the real americans
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When the arrow and the bow
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Stalked the range of the buffalo
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And the call of the coyote choir
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Knew no song of the wind in the wire.
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As the ghostly balladeer
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Hypnotized me, I could hear
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Bugle calls and battle cries
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Broken promises and lies
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The spirits of the plain
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Still sing their sad refrain
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And the call of the coyote choir
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And the song of the wind in the wire
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Spirits of the plain
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Still sing their sad refrain
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And the call of the coyote choir
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And the song of the wind in the wire
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Wind In The Wire
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Randy Travis |