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 ol' 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, ooh-yip, ooh-yip-ooh
 Hoodi-ooh di-yip-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
 Ooh-yip, ooh-yip-ooh
 Hoodi-ooh di-yip-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
 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, ooh-yip, ooh-yip-ooh
 Hoodi-ooh di-yip-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
 Ooh-yip, ooh-yip-ooh
 Hoodi-ooh di-yip-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
 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 Waite 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 the mountain
 One more coyote was heard
 And he'd go, ooh-yip, ooh-yip-ooh
 Hoodi-ooh di-yip-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
 Ooh-yip, ooh-yip-ooh
 Hoodi-ooh di-yip-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
 Ooh-yip, ooh-yip-ooh
 Hoodi-ooh di-yip-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
 Ooh-yip, ooh-yip-ooh
 Hoodi-ooh di-yip-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh