Old Coyote Town

He's got a US 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 and the tumbleweeds roll

Past the boarded up windows down Main

Waist high weeds hide a for sale sign

At the drive-in where my innocence died

With 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

And the interstate rumbles like a river that runs

To a rythm that don't ever slow down

As cars and trucks, and time pass by that old coyote town

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 its ashes to ashes, dust to dust

For that old coyote town