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)