The Coyote & The Cowboy

The coyote's a survivor, reckon he's got to be

He lives in the snow at 40 below, or in Malibu by the sea

An' I'm just an old cowpuncher, I love to listen to his tune

As I get high on a bottle of rye, the coyote gets drunk on the moon

As I get high on a bottle of rye, the coyote gets drunk on the moon

The cowboy's a conundrum, a contradiction in this age

He says he's doing fine on the poverty line with a workin' cowboy's wage

The whiskey bottle costs 32 bucks, the big prairie moon is free

So who is a dumber son of a bitch

The little coyote or me?

Who is a dumber son of a bitch

The little coyote or me?

So with thoughts of reincarnation, well, I drifted off to dream

Made it for a life with a coyote wife, a bushy-tailed coyote queen

Way down in the valley, by the old jasper sealing

The cowboy got high on a bottle of rye, and we got drunk on the moon

The cowboy got high on a bottle of rye, and we got drunk on the moon

The coyote's a survivor, reckon he's got to be

He lives in the snow at 40 below, or in Malibu by the sea

Well, I'm just an old cowpuncher, I love to listen to his tune

As I get high on a bottle of rye, the coyote gets drunk on the moon

As I get high on a bottle of rye, the coyote gets drunk on the moon