He grabbed a brush and painted the sky.
He painted it broad, He painted it wide.
From a stroke of white He created the clouds,
Then splashed in birds to fill it with sound.
With precision and class He painted the grass,
Covered in dew to make it last.
Happy with that, He moved on to the trees;
The trunks so tall with their branches of leaves.
He poured on oceans, rivers, and streams,
And took extra effort on the sun, it seems.
That fiery ball that makes the day so bright,
And the pearly moon to light the sky at night.
But then with an unfortunate turn of luck,
He spilled on a sickening poisonous muck.
It manifested across the land,
the error of God-
The creation of man.

Somewhere out in the middle of the sticks
With the alligators, bears, the hogs, and the fish
A melody rings through the deep southern sky
A song that stretches to the stars on high
It’s a tune that’ll never end too soon
A note that reaches and strokes the moon
Coming from somewhere deep in the swamp
Where the squirrels, the rabbits, and raccoons romp
A beautiful beast tells its tale
Through a clear and high, yet quivering wail
‘Tis a sound that seems to pierce the heart—
But that’s just where the story starts
The blistering ballad of love and loss
Fiery enough to ignite the moss
Has verses gripping through & through
Although each song leaving just a clue;
Some hints for me
And some for you
About the sorrowful secret of Coyote Blues