Coyot', Coyotee-ee-ee!
What have they done?
My brother, where
Brother, where
Where do you run?
They strychinined the mountains
They strychinined the plains
Brother, the coyote
Won't come back again
Won't come back again
When you hear him singing
The few that are left
He's warning the human race
Of his d**h, of his d**h
Don't poison the mesas
Don't poison the sky
Or you won't be back;
Little brother
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
There will be no one to listen
And no one to sing
And never ever be...
Be spring...