Coyotes

Don Edwards - 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 Pancho 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’d go: woo yip woo yip poo
Woo di doo yip woo hoo yip hoo hoo
Woo yip woo yip poo
Woo di doo yip woo hoo yip hoo hoo

Now the longhorns are gone
And the drovers are gone
The Comanche’s are gone
And the outlaws are gone
Geronimo’s 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
Damned old coyotes’ and me

And they’d go: woo yip woo yip poo
Woo di doo yip woo hoo yip hoo hoo
Woo yip woo yip poo
Woo di doo yip woo hoo yip hoo hoo

Now the longhorns are gone
And the drovers are gone
The Comanche’s are gone
The outlaws are gone
Now Quantro’s gone
Stan Watee is gone
And the lion is gone
And the red wolf is gone

One morning they searched his adobe
He disappeared without even a word
But that night as the moon crossed a mountain
One more coyote was heard

And he’d go: woo yip woo yip poo
Woo di doo yip woo hoo yip hoo hoo
Woo yip woo yip poo
Woo di doo yip woo hoo yip hoo hoo
Woo yip woo yip poo
Woo di doo yip woo hoo yip hoo hoo
Woo yip woo yip poo
Woo di doo yip woo hoo yip hoo hoo…

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