They call him a bandit, and you know the notches
That he ought to wear on his gun
He sees you through eyes that he's partially blinded
By staring too long at the sun
But he's true to his school and he's nobody's fool
And he's lucky to still be alive
The wolf pack will die when it's scattered by man
Lonesome coyotes survive
He buried his feelings, and life was a mountain
That he was determined to climb
Then he caught the scent of a sister in spirit
Who taught him to love her in time
Somehow or other she gathered together
The cubs that he sired on the way
And they run by his side through the chill, hungry night
And they sleep to his sweet serenade
**And there's a part of his heart up in heaven
And a part that will always be wild
And all he can leave them is love and a reason
To run for the rest of their lives
Lonesome coyotes survive
Words & Music by Kris Kristofferson c. Jody Ray Publishing, Inc. (BMI) All Rights Reserved