As I rode my pony across the western plain, We stopped and heard a sweet and sad refrain, It filled the sundown skies with a lonesome tune, It was 1 little coyote howling at the moon (Howling). As I rode my pony across the western plain, We stopped and heard a sweet and sad refrain, 2 wise old night owls calling “Come home soon” (Come home soon), And 1 little coyote howling at the moon (Howling).