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)