They call him a bandit

And you know the notches

That he ought to wear on his gun



He sees you through eyes

He's partially blinded

>from staring to long at the sun



But he's true to his school

And he's nobody's fool

And he's lucky to still be alive



The wolf pack will die

When it's scattered by man

Lonesome coyotes survive.





He burried his feelings

And life was a mountain

That he was determined to climb



Then he caught the scent

Of a sister in spirit

Who taught him to love her in time



Somehow or other

She gathered together

The cubs that he sired on the way



And they run by his side

Through the chill hungry night

And they sleep to his sweet serenade





There's a part of his heart up in heaven

And a part that will always be wild

And all he can leave them is love and a reason

To run for the rest of their lifves

Lonesome coyotes survive.





There's a part of his heart up in heaven

And a part that will always be wild

And all he can leave them is love and a reason

To run for the rest of their lifves

Lonesome coyotes survive.


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