Old Coyote Town Don Williams

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
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