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