[00:21.33]Was a cowboy I knew in south Texas
[00:26.95]His face was burnt deep by the sun
[00:32.22]Part history, part sage, part Mexican
[00:37.65]He was there when Poncho Villa was young.
[00:43.21]And he'd tell you a tale of the old days
[00:48.43]When the country was wild all around
[00:53.05]Sit out under the stars of the Milky Way
[00:58.19]And listen while the coyotes howl.
[01:03.08]And they go
[01:23.75]Now the longhorns are gone
[01:26.33]And the drovers are gone
[01:28.76]The Comanches are gone
[01:31.45]And the outlaws are gone
[01:33.97]Geronimo is gone
[01:36.53]And Sam Bass is gone
[01:38.91]And the lion is gone
[01:41.35]And the red wolf is gone.
[01:47.71]Well he cursed all the roads and the oil men
[01:52.61]And he cursed the automobile
[01:57.49]Said this is no place for an hombre like I am
[02:03.41]In this new world of asphalt and steel.
[02:09.20]Then he'd look off some place in the distance
[02:14.19]At something only he could see
[02:19.00]He'd say all that's left now of the old days
[02:24.53]Those damned, old coyotes and me.
[02:29.32]And they go
[02:50.28]Now the longhorns are gone
[02:52.83]And the drovers are gone
[02:55.44]The Comanches are gone
[02:57.98]And the outlaws are gone
[03:00.64]Now Quantrill is gone
[03:03.04]Stan Watie is gone
[03:05.70]And lion is gone
[03:08.18]And the red rolf is gone.
[03:15.73]One morning they searched his adobe
[03:20.83]He disappeared without even a word
[03:25.84]But that night as the moon crossed the mountain
[03:31.98]One more coyote was heard.
[03:37.90]And he'd go

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 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.
And they go
Now the longhorns 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
Now the longhorns are gone
And the drovers are gone
The Comanches are gone
And the outlaws are gone
Now Quantrill is gone
Stan Watie is gone
And lion is gone
And the red rolf 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