Lyrics:

Was a cowboy I knew in south Texas
His face was burnt deep by the sun
Part history, part sage, part mesquite
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 long horns are gone
And the drovers are gone
The Comanches are gone
And the outlaws have gone

Geronimo's 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
Them damned old coyotes and me

And they go...

Now the long horns are gone
And the drovers are gone
The Comanche's are gone
The outlaws have gone

Now Quantro's gone
Stan Watie 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...