Iron & Wine & Ben Bridwell Coyote
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
And no one to sing
And never ever be...
Be spring...
