Coyot', coyotee-ee-ee
What have they done?
My brother, where
Brother, where where do you run?

They strychnined the mountains
They strychnined the plains
Brother, the coyote won't come back again
Won't come back again

When you hear him singing
The few that are left
He's warning the human race
Of his death, of his death

Don't poison the mesas
Don't poison the sky
Or you won't be back, little brother
Goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye

There will be no one to listen
There will be no one to sing
And never ever will it be
Never ever will it be
Never ever will there be
Be spring
Be spring
Be spring