Coyote

Coyot', coyotee-ee-ee

What have they done?

My brother, where

Brother, where where do you run?

They strychnined the mountains

They strychnined 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 death, of his death

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

There will be no one to sing

And never ever will it be

Never ever will it be

Never ever will there be

Be spring

Be spring

Be spring