Now the longhorns are gone,
And the drovers are gone,
The Comaches are gone,
And the outlaws are gone,
Geronimo's gone,
And Sam Bass is gone
And the lions is gone,
And the red wolf is gone.
(And Treadwell is gone)

Well, he cursed all the roads and the old mule
And he cursed the automobile,
said this is no place for an hombre like I am
In this new world of asphalt and steel,
Then he'd look off some place in the distance
At something only he could see,
he'd say all that's left now are the old days
Damned old coyotes and me,
and they'd go.