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 when Pancho Villa was young And hed 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, booyip, booyip, boo Boodibooyip, boodooyip, boodoo Booyip, booyip, boo Boodibooyip, boodooyip, boodoo Now the longhorns are gone And the drovers are gone The Comanches are gone And the outlaws are gone Geronimos 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 oilmen And he cursed the automobile Said, This is no place for an hombre like I am In this new world of asphalt and steel. You might also likeThen hed look off someplace in the distance At something only he could see Hed say, All thats left now of the old days Those damned, old coyotes and me. And they go, booyip, booyip, boo Boodibooyip, boodooyip, boodoo Booyip, booyip, boo Boodibooyip, boodooyip, boodoo Now the longhorns are gone And the drovers are gone The Comanches are gone And the outlaws are gone Now Quantrill is gone Stand Watie 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 hed go, booyip, booyip, boo Boodibooyip, boodooyip, boodoo Booyip, booyip, boo Boodibooyip, boodooyip, boodoo
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