The Coyote & The Cowboy

The coyote's a survivor, reckon he's got to be He lives in the snow at 40 below, or in Malibu by the sea An' I'm just an old cowpuncher, I love to listen to his tune As I get high on a bottle of rye, the coyote gets drunk on the moon As I get high on a bottle of rye, the coyote gets drunk on the moon The cowboy's a conundrum, a contradiction in this age He says he's doing fine on the poverty line with a workin' cowboy's wage The whiskey bottle costs 32 bucks, the big prairie moon is free So who is a dumber son of a bitch The little coyote or me? Who is a dumber son of a bitch The little coyote or me? So with thoughts of reincarnation, well, I drifted off to dream Made it for a life with a coyote wife, a bushy-tailed coyote queen Way down in the valley, by the old jasper sealing The cowboy got high on a bottle of rye, and we got drunk on the moon The cowboy got high on a bottle of rye, and we got drunk on the moon The coyote's a survivor, reckon he's got to be He lives in the snow at 40 below, or in Malibu by the sea Well, I'm just an old cowpuncher, I love to listen to his tune As I get high on a bottle of rye, the coyote gets drunk on the moon As I get high on a bottle of rye, the coyote gets drunk on the moon