I love me some moonshine

And it knows me well

It guides me at nighttime

And fills up the jars on the shelf

I heard it makes coyotes

Sing ballads and hunt like hell

I think I might be

A bit of a coyote myself

Ooh

In canyons of sagebrush

I've been known to dwell

Stalking and pouncing prey

Taking their lives and their wealth

And we all have tales

Of encounters with death we can tell

And they're all just like me

And I'm a bit of a coyote myself

Ooh

And I'm a bit of a coyote myself

Ooh

And I'm a bit of a coyote myself