The Song Of A Hundred Toads

Intro: (x4) On my way out to the gold mines, crossing the western hills, Me and my little dog, Clyde, and a horse named Prancing Bill, I slept under the stars, I heard the coyotes sing, And the sun was a golden coin shining just for me. The sun shone just for me. But high up in the mountains, Bill began to foam, And as I whipped and tugged him, he bucked against his load, 'Round a hairpin turn, the wagon tumbled o'er And down the jagged rocks, Bill fell with all I owned. He fell with all I owned. As the sun died out, coyotes began to howl Little Clyde's head rose and answered with a growl, But when I bent to call him, he snapped at me and ran, And then I was alone in the silent rocks and sand. The silent rocks and sand. By my fifth day of walking, I was crawling on my knees, In handfuls of dust from between the dying weeds. I laid out in the dirt as the sun lost her glow, But I was welcomed in the dark by the song of a hundred toads. The song of a hundred toads. The song of a hundred toads. The song of a hundred toads. The song of a hundred toads.