Don Williams "Old coyote town",written,[possibly]by the great Bob McDill...maybe Don too...not sure...
....written about an old-timer living out his days alone in a dying town in west Texas....
"like horses,the pickups are parked out in front of a cafe that dont'
need a name...as old men rock,and tumbleweeds roll,past the boarded-up
windows on Main...

" and the interstate rumbles like a river of steel,to a rythym that won't ever slow down
as cars,and trucks,and time pass by that old coyote town...

Daddy falls asleep in the living room,on the sofa with the TV on..
sometimes he waits for a call from me,sometimes he waits too long..
but I still think of those people,and that place that they love...
how much longer will they be around??...
'till it's "ashes to ashes,dust to dust"for their old coyote town...

...no tumbleweed where I come from,but that's my father in that song...I learned it when it came out;never been able to get through it,never will....