He was a hayseed, tumbleweed, singer-songwriter poet
he was a friend of the coyote
He was a whirlin’, twirlin’, dust-devil swirlin’
dervish, dancin’ ‘cross the plains of Oklahome
spitterin,’ sputterin, his words came flutterin’
like seeds from the cottonwood tree
falling to earth, rising to heaven
and some just keep floating up there in the breeze
He was here today, and gone tomorrow, like prairie smoke in may
he joined the clouds and when the rain comes down
he’s that shiny on the blacktop highway
runnin’ ‘long the ditches, following the stream and joinin’ the fishes
racing all the way down to the sea
where he meets up with an otter in the cold deep water
and sings a clear blue melody
Yea, he was a dreamer, a weaver, a flat out believer
in the thread that binds the seam between us
he wore his truth like a Navajo blanket for all the world to see
he was a cross-stitch, double-hitch, notebook in his hand kid
with a banjo on his knee
claw-hammering the bell of freedom
He was a friend of the birds and all the wild things of the world
the flowers, the mountains, the big and the small
the truckers, the waiters, and the telescopin’ star gazers
he gave a voice to them all
he was a truth-seekin’, secret keepin’, lizard leapin’
jester from the court of grace
His songs were a mouthful of blackberries oozin’ down your chin
full and ripe and sweet as august sin
leave ya in a trance if you dare to chance and follow ‘em
over the mountains or around the bend
and back to your heart again and again and again and again
He was a hayseed, tumbleweed, singer-songwriter poet
he was a friend of the coyote
He was a whirlin’, twirlin’, dust-devil swirlin’
dervish, dancin’ ‘cross the plains of Oklahome
Friend of the Coyote
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