Almost caught me a coyote today A lowdown skunk of a dog I say I fired my gun as he slunk away But he'll be back againIt ain't been easy since my husband died A widow woman at thirty-five None can court me and few have tried But I keep these homestead hopes aliveA couple of cows, a couple of hens A mule that plows every now and then But mostly balks and wears me thin He can't talk but I swear he grinsDon't call it a prairie if you fence it in Could call it a pasture but the topsoil's thin It just might rain but then again It wouldn't make no differenceEver since they built that damn railroad Hobos been knocking at my door Saying, "Lady, I will work for food Can I haul you water, can I chop you wood?"Let me take a good look at you Ain't nothing lye and hot water won't do You can sleep on my porch if you're wanting to And I give him my husband's old brown bootsBut in the morning he was up and gone A chicken missing from my pen I told you that coyote would be back again But it don't make no differenceDon't call it a prairie if you fence it in Could call it a pasture but the topsoil's thin Sometimes I still take hobos in But I walk to town when I need a friend