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 as I whipped and tugged him, he bucked against his load

Around 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 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

The song of a hundred toads