Coyote yappin' lazy on the hill,
Sleepy winks of lightnin' down the far sky line,
Time for millin' cattle to be still.
So—o now, the lightnin's far away,
The coyote's nothiny skeery;
He's singin' to his dearie—
Hee—ya, tammalalleday!
Settle down, you cattle, till the mornin'.
Nothin' out the hazy range that you folks need,
Nothin' we kin see to take your eye.