I heard you found coyote bones again
Take me to his resting place, my friend
We'll throw a funeral for him
And for all his animal friends
His friends said he was murdered for his pelt
By a man in a mustache from the South
He had a cigarette in his hand
With his back turned to the hurricane's winds
And the coyote's family said
He was a hunter and a gatherer and a father and a friend
And a good one at that
And the leader of the pack
Said that this coyote will never come back
But may he rest in peace
From this desert heat
And the coyote was somewhere else
Looking down on this desert town
He let out his howl . .