Old Coyote Town

---first verse---
he’s got a U.S. flag on his front porch to remind everyone where he lives
and up in the attic, there are papers that prove the old house is finally his
after thirty-five years, the grass still don’t grow in that rock hard, west-texas ground
where my old dad still clings to that old coyote town
---chorus---
like horses, the pick-ups are parked out in front of a cafe that don’t need a name
where the old men rock as the tumbleweeds roll past the boarded up windows down main
---second verse---
waist-high weeds hide a "for sale" sign at the drive-in where my innocence died
where a rusty advertisement, dangling by a nail, says "popcorn and pepsi for a dime"
and down at the depot where i left for good, there’s a hobo with his three-legged hound
waitin’ for a train that no longer comes to that old coyote town
---chorus (different from the first chorus)---
and the interstate rumbles like a river that runs to a rhythm that don’t ever slow down
as cars and trucks.. and time pass by.. that old coyote town
---third verse---
daddy falls asleep in the living room on the sofa with the tv on
sometimes he waits for a phone call from me; sometimes he waits too long
but i still think of the people and the place that he loves, how much longer will they be around
till it's ashes to ashes, dust to dust for that old coyote town
---chorus (first and second choruses combined)---
like horses, the pick-ups are parked out in front of a cafe that don’t need a name
where the old men rock as the tumbleweeds roll past the boarded up windows down main
and the interstate rumbles like a river that runs to a rhythm that don’t ever slow down
as cars and trucks.. and time pass by.. that old coyote town
god bless that old coyote town