was a cowboy i knew in south texas
his face was burnt deep by the sun
part history, part sage, part mexican
he was there 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
they go:
wooyip whooyip woo
now the longhorns are gone
and the drovers are gone
the commanchees are gone
and the outlaws are gone
gernomino's gone
and sandbass is gone
and the lion is gone
and the redwolf is gone