Lyrics

Coyote, whistling at me
Get me across that Line
When I feel the world is falling down around me

No one knows where this river flows
Twelve foot deep
of the secrets that it keeps

Tell 'em I'm on my way
And my pack's coming with me

There's no stopping the Coyote

This is God's country
The saints are marching
Melting the ice cold heart of stone

Until the sun comes back around
We hunker down
And we won't howl
Until the moon is full and round

Tell 'em I'm on my way
And hell's coming with me

There's no stopping the Coyote