| Well I live in the canyon
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| Where the old coyotes howl
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| And they come down from the mountains
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| When the dogs begin to growl
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| And they meet up in the darkness
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| Where they fight until the death
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| When the morning sun is rising I will bury who they left
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| And oh, they call me Canyon Joe
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| And I stay in the cabin
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| Where I work my hands to bleed
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| Swing the hammer to the nail
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| And I swing the axe onto the tree
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| And I once cleared these woods
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| Yeah there used to be a path
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| And now the trees have overgrown
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| Just to prove that nothing lasts
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| The old man went crazy
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| He lives high up on the ridge
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| He used to tell me all the stories of the church house and the bridge
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| But the bridge, she washed away your sin
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| The church house- it got burned
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| 'Cause this world has gone angry and some people never learn
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| And I once loved a woman
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| Yes and Georgia was her name
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| We met out in the foothills of the Ozark Mountain Range
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| We saw the world together
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| Least the parts that we love most
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| She still comes to me in dreams
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| I am still haunted with her ghost
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| And all my thoughts are heavy
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| My beard, it has grown long
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| And I search the face of six-strings for an old familiar song
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| But the chords, they all sound foreign like the places that I’ve been
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| So I close my eyes to sleep
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| Tomorrow I will try again
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| And oh, they call me Canyon Joe
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| Oh, oh, they call me Canyon Joe
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| Singing oh, oh, they call me Canyon Joe |