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