Just wolf
Not mister wolf
Tall and lean
Wide shoulders
Coppery skin
Speaking of indian blood
That is my name
Just wolf
I aint a samaritan from jerusalem
Nor am I a going to jericho
I never trust coincidence
Am just a drifter passing through
Hell and damnation my destination
Inattention keeps my name innocent
No mister. Just wolf.
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