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