Coyotes

           Coyotes
　　
　　Was a cowboy I knew in south Texas
　　His face was burnt deep by the sun
　　Part history, part sage, part mesquit
　　He was there when Poncho Villa was young
　　
　　And he'd tell you a tale of the old days
　　When the country was wild all around
　　Sit out under the stars of the Milky Way
　　And listen while the coyotes howl
　　
　　And they go... hoo yip hoo yip hoo
　　hoodi hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo
　　hoo yip hoo yip hoo
　　hoo di hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo
　　
　　Now the long horns are gone
　　And the drovers are gone
　　The Comanches are gone
　　And the outlaws are gone
　　Geronimo is gone
　　And Sam Bass is gone
　　And the lion is gone
　　And the red wolf is gone
　　
　　Well he cursed all the roads and the oil men
　　And he cursed the automobile
　　Said this is no place for an hombre like I am
　　In this new world of asphalt and steel
　　
　　Then he'd look off some place in the distance
　　At something only he could see
　　He'd say all that's left now of the old days
　　Those damned old coyotes and me
　　
　　And they go hoo yip hoo yip hoo
　　hoodi hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo
　　hoo yip hoo yip hoo
　　hoo di hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo
　　
　　Now the long horns are gone
　　And the drovers are gone
　　The Comanches are gone
　　And the outlaws are gone
　　Now Quantro is gone
　　Stan Watie is gone
　　And lion is gone
　　And the red rolf is gone
　　
　　One morning they searched his adobe
　　He disappeared without even a word
　　But that night as the moon crossed the mountain
　　One more coyote was heard
　　
　　And he'd go, hoo yip hoo yip hoo
　　hoodi hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo
　　hoo yip hoo yip hoo
　　hoo di hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo
　　
　　hoo yip hoo yip hoo
　　hoodi hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo
　　hoo yip hoo yip hoo
　　hoo di hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo