The Song of a Hundred Toads

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 I was whipped and tugged him He bucked against his load Round a hairpin turn The wagon tumbled o'er And down the jagged rock Bill fell with all I own (He fell with all I own) As the sun died out The coyotes began to pout 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 Eating handful of dust From between the dying weeds I lay down 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)