Coyot', Coyotee-ee-ee!
What have they done?
My brother, where
brother, where
where do you run?
They strychinined the in mountain,
they strychinined the in plain
brother, the coyote won't,
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'll be no one to listen,
there'll be no one to sing,
And never ever will there be,
never ever will there be,
never ever will there be...
be spring,
be spring,
be spring.

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