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    "Dom Coyote"genre: New Grass
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    With all the negative stereotyping that goes on in people's minds we thought we would look at some of these human frailties in a humorous lense via the Legend of Dom Coyote. (Also our take on Don Quixote).
    CD: On Patrol   Label: Bishop Gabig Music 27100-2
    Credits: Robert Gabig/Jack Bishop

    Story Behind the Song
    With all the negative stereotyping that goes on in people's minds we thought we would
    look at some of these human frailties in a humorous lense via the Legend of Dom Coyote.
    (Also our take on Don Quixote).

    Lyrics
    I can dream like Rip Van Winkle
    Countin' sheep for twenty years
    I can dream of Jeannie
    With the light brown hair
    I can dream like Walter Middy
    In my cab on the Lower East Side
    But I can't dream like Dom Coyote
    Dom Coyote's born to ride
    No I can't dream like Dom Coyote
    Dom Coyote's born to ride

    He was born a son of a tailor
    He came from Florence, Italy
    On his passport read Dominic Ciotti
    'Til he got to the land of the free

    He traveled west to find his fortune
    Like many a young man had done
    To the prairie of North Dakota
    Where the Lakota Sioux and buffalo run

    In his satchel he was bearin'
    The spices from his native land
    To cook a feast for old Chief Lakota
    In exchange for his daughter's hand

    The chief asked him,
    "Son what's your name?"
    He took the passport from his hand
    And he pronounced him Dom Coyote
    He said, "Welcome to our land."

    Dom Coyote, Dom Coyote, Dom Coyote

    It was early the next mornin'
    Down by the adobe stove
    Stokin' fire 'n' boilin' water
    And choppin' a garlic clove

    Now the braves were gettin' hungry
    And the wine goin' to their heads
    They smelled fried peppers and lasagne
    And that fresh Italian bread

    The Chief was chompin' and smilin'
    Then he stood and looked in his eyes
    He told the braves to fetch his daughter
    And he handed Dom Coyote his prize

    Dom Coyote, Dom Coyote, Dom Coyote
    Dom Coyote, Dom Coyote, Dom Coyote

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