Don Williams

Old Coyote Town

He's got a US 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

Like horses the pickups are parked out in front of a cafe that don't need a name

Where the old men rock as the tumbleweeds roll

Pass the boarded up windows down Main

Waist high weeds hide a forsale 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 and 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 rhythm 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 people and the place that he loves

How much longer will they be around