I'd 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
Through the stillness of the night
Came the call of the 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
Stopped 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
And the call of the coyote choir
And the song of the wind in the wire
Way up on the summer range
Found a place to make my bed
As the evening shadows spread
Beyond the campfire light
Through the stillness of the night
Came the call of the 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
Stopped 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
And the call of the coyote choir
And the song of the wind in the wire
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