Brings back some memories...I was never quite sure of a couple words that Ian Tyson sort of slurred through, but I think this will give you 99% of that song...
Worn to a frazzle, way down in my bones, Sung every song 'bout bein' alone, Oh, honey, please be there when I get home... The tourists, they've all given up for the night, Coyotes howl in the cold, in my left, in my right, And I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone.
There's not many wise men you meet in this life, Old Bill at the lake, he never took him a wife, Oh honey, please be there when I get home... I asked him 'bout this and he just shook his head, "Not for drivers or dreamers" is all that he said, And I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone.
The wind blows stronger, I'm caught by the throat And my top collar flaps like a pensioner's coat (?) Oh honey, please be there when I get home My friends are on the (bogies?) and I'm on the pills, Hooked on the white lines that run through the hills And I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone.