was a cowboy i knew in south texas his face was burnt deep by the sun part history part sage part mexican he was there 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 they go: woo yip whoo yip woo
now the longhorns are gone and the drovers are gone the commanchees are gone and the outlaws are gone gernomino's gone and sandbass is gone and the lion is gone and the redwolf is gone
well he cursed all the roads in the old land 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 someplace in the distance at something only he could see he'd say all thats left now is the old days damned old coyotes and me they'd go: woo yip whoo yip woo
now the longhorns are gone and the drovers are gone the commanchees are gone and the outlaws are gone now quantro's gone san wantee is gone and the lion is gone and the redwolf is gone
one morning they searched his adobe he dissapeared without even word but that night as the moon crossed the mountain one more coyote was heard and he'd go: woo yip whoo yip woo