I've been riding fence all day,
Way up on the summer range
Found a place to make my bed
As the evening shadows spread
Beyond the campfire light,
In the stillness of night,
Came the call of a coyote choir,
And the song
Of the wind in the wire

As it strummed the rusted strings,
It sang of long-forgotten things
Many moons and many suns
Of the real Americans
When the arrow and the bow
Stalked the range
Of the buffalo,
And the call of the coyote choir
Knew no song
Of the wind in the wire

As the ghostly balladeer
Hypnotized me, I could hear
Bugle calls, and battle cries
Broken promises and lies
The spirits of the plain
Still sing their sad refrain
In the call of the coyote choir
And the song
Of the wind in the wire