Kris Kristofferson

El Coyote


They call him a bandit, and you know the notches

That he ought to wear on his gun

He sees you through eyes that he's partially blinded

By staring too 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 buried 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


      **And 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 lives

         Lonesome coyotes survive

Words & Music by Kris Kristofferson c. Jody Ray Publishing, Inc. (BMI) All Rights Reserved


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