THE TRACKER
As performed by Country Gazette, track A2 on the album "All This, And Money, Too"
Written by John Hadley

The wind beneath the Texas stars,
is strumming chords on my guitar,
If I don't get some loving soon, I'll cry.

I'm rolling smokes, I'm folding maps,
I'm looking for my baby's tracks,
If I don't find her soon, I guess I'll die.

I'm following her trail of tears,
It's telling me, that she still cares,
But the trail dried up, a hundred miles ago.

The Texas moon, is shining bright,
It'll tell me where she sleeps tonight,
And tell the wind, to push me to her door.

The morning breaks, the rooster crows,
I roll my bed and I shake my clothes,
I'm headed, for a place they call LA.

She said one day, if she could go,
She'd like to hear the ocean roll,
I bet ya, she's a headed out that way.

Ahoo! Cold coyotes sneaking cross the road,
Aaahoo! Did you lose your darlin' too?
Ahoo! All us old coyotes out tonight,
Lonesome hearted, howlin' at the moon.

Oh Lord give me, the strength to pray,
And help me find the words to say,
To tell her, I'm no good on my own.

And if she listens, patiently,
I think, that I could make her see,
She's all I've ever needed, she's my home.

Ahoo! Cold coyotes sneaking cross the road,
Aaahoo! Did you lose your darlin' too?
Ahoo! All us old coyotes out tonight,
Lonesome hearted, howlin' at the moon.

Oh Lord give me, the strength to pray,
To help me find the words to say,
To tell her, I'm no good on my own.

And if she listens, patiently,
I think, that I could make her see,
She's all I've ever needed, she's my home.
She's all I've ever needed, she's my home.