(Larry Boone / Gene Nelson / Paul Nelson)      He’s got a U.S. flag on his front porch   To remind everyone where he lives   And up in the attic there are papers that prove   The old house is finally his.   After thirty-five years the grass still don’t grow   In that rock hard west Texas ground   Where my old dad still clings to that old coyote town.      Chorus:   Like horses the pick-ups are parked out in front   Of a cafe that don’t need a name   Where the old men rock and the tumbleweeds roll   Past the boarded up windows down Main.      Waist high weeds hide a for sale sign   At the drive-in where my innocence died   With a rusty advertisement, dangling by a nail   Says Popcorn and Pepsi for a dime.      And down at the depot where I left for good   There’s a hobo with his three-legged hound   Waitin' for a train, that no longer comes    To that old coyote town.      And the interstate rumbles like a river that runs   To a rythm that don’t ever slow down   As cars and trucks, and time pass by    That old coyote town.      Daddy falls asleep in the living room   On the sofa with the TV on   Sometimes he waits for a phone call from me   Sometimes he waits too long   But I still think of the people and the place that he loves   How much longer will they be around   Till its ashes to ashes, dust to dust   For that old coyote town.      Chorus:   Like horses the pick-ups are parked out in front   Of a cafe that don’t need a name   Where the old men rock and the tumbleweeds roll   Past the boarded up windows down Main.      And the interstate rumbles like a river that runs   To a rythm that don’t ever slow down   As cars and trucks, and time pass by    That old coyote town.      God bless that old coyote town...