Way out on the mesa
A voice calls in the night
The man says that’s Coyote
He’s just howling at the pale moonlight

Coyote, he’s the Old One
You can see it in his eyes
He caught the wind, stole the fire
He put the starts up in the sky

Oh, Coyote, when you gonna change your tune?
When you gonna stop running round all night
And giving your song to the moon?

Coyote, he’s a gambler
Coyote, he’s a fool
Coyote, he’s an outlaw
He’s got no time for rules

Coyote, he’s a wise one
His wits are his disguise
He’s honest when he can be
But when he wants to he can lie

Oh, Coyote, when you gonna change your tune?
When you gonna stop running round all night
Giving your song to the moon?

Coyote’s tied down to the earth
Got no wings to fly
Lifts his head, and sings so sad
Think that he might die

But in the clean light of the morning
Coyote says he’ll change
His friends just shake their heads and smile
Some things always stay the same

Oh, Coyote you’re never gonna change your tune
Never gonna stop running round all night
Giving your song to the moon

It’s the price you pay for freedom
This living day to day
It’s what it’s cost to be alive
It’s a price, but it’s a price he’s glad to pay

Way out on the mesa
A voice calls in the night
The man says that’s Coyote
He’s just howling, howling at the pale moonlight

Oh, Coyote never gonna change your tune.
Never gonna stop running round all night
Giving your song to the moon

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