Was a cowboy I knew in south Texas His face was burnt deep by the sun Part history, part sage, part mesquite He was there when Poncho Villa was young And he'd tell you a tale of the old days When the country was wild all around Sit out under the stars of the Milky Way And listen while the coyotes howl And they go, poo yip poo yip poo Poodi hoo di yip poo di yip poo Poo yip poo yip poo Poodi hoo di yip poo di yip poo Now the long horns are gone And the drovers are gone And the Comanches are gone And the outlaws have gone And Geronimo is gone And Sam Bass is gone And the red wolf is gone And the buffalo is gone Well, he cursed all the roads and the oil men He even cursed the automobile And he said, "This ain't place for an hombre like I am In this new world of asphalt and steel" Then he'd look off some place in the distance At something only he could see He'd say all that's left now of the old days And them damned old coyotes and me And they go, poo yip poo yip poo Poodi hoo di yip poo di yip poo Poo yip poo yip poo Poodi hoo di yip poo di yip poo Now the long horns are gone And the drovers are gone And the Comanche's are gone And the outlaws have gone And Geronimo is gone Stan Watie is gone And the red wolf is gone And the buffalo is gone Then one morning they searched his adobe He disappeared without even a word And that night as the moon crossed the mountain One more coyote was heard And he'd go, poo yip poo yip poo Poodi hoo di yip poo di yip poo Poo yip poo yip poo Poodi hoo di yip poo di yip poo