Coyotes Are Howlin'

Coyotes Are howlin', peyote's in bloom
The Yard dogs are prowlin in the border town moon
The streets are all empty on the Mexican side
Jesus disappeared after hitching a ride

Go to sleep my little angel. Don't worry what's all been said.
The ways of the West, they used to be blest
Now it's just all in your head
Now it's just all in your head

Bright lights are flashing, both red and blue
It's nowhere near Christmas
But it's long over due
Tomorrow might find me on the road to Portales
Waiting on a phone call from the morgue in Nogales

Go to sleep my little angel

I'll turn out the light