Lyrics

Everybody's talking 'bout money How much they made last week I don't know I find it kinda funny I find it kinda bleak When I get to counting up the figures It can make a man feel down Money comes and money goes You better hope that it comes around Coyotes hunt their prey And I heard them call Woo-oo Woo-oo Woo-oo Value is a touchy subject How much you think your time is worth If ain't nobody know you And the thing you don't get paid Is it gold or is it dirt Coyotes hunt their prey And I heard them call Woo-oo Woo-oo Woo-oo Coyotes hunt their prey And I heard them call Woo-oo Woo-oo Woo-oo
Writer(s): Bob Mcdill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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