Coyotes -- Don Edwards
Edward’s was your typical case of a zealous convert. Though his conversion was geographical. I believe he was from Jersey and grew up devouring Louis Lamour books and the like, longing to smell a cedar fire and taste a pine nut. He made it on out while still young and effed about in some oil fields and things before he figured out he was a natural storyteller. Pretty much all his songs are slices of anachronistic trail life, campfires, cowboys & indians. I love the way he uses coyote-talk onomatopœia here.
