Original lyrics

EN

The coyote's a survivor Reckon he's got to be He lives in the snow at forty below Or in Malibu by the sea 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 thirty-two 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 saloon 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