Don Williams - Old Coyote Town Lyrics
He's got a US flag on his front porchTo remind everyone where he livesAnd up in the attic there are papers that proveThe old house is finally hisAfter thirty-five years the grass still don't growIn that rock hard west Texas groundWhere my old dad still clings to that old coyote town.CHORUSLike horses the pick-ups are parked out in frontOf a cafe that don't need a nameWhere the old men rock and the tumbleweeds rollPast the boarded up windows down MainWaist high weeds hide a for sale signAt the drive-in where my innocence diedWith a rusty advertisement, dangling by a nailSays Popcorn and Pepsi for a dimeAnd down at the depot where I left for goodThere's a hobo with his three-legged houndWaitin' for a train, that no longer comes to that old coyote townAnd the interstate rumbles like a river that runsTo a rythm that don't ever slow downAs cars and trucks, and time pass by that old coyote townDaddy falls asleep in the living roomOn the sofa with the TV onSometimes he waits for a phone call from meSometimes he waits too longBut I still think of the people and the place that he lovesHow much longer will they be aroundTill its ashes to ashes, dust to dustFor that old coyote town
