Took a bit of effort, but I found the lyrics here:Click!

Ian Tyson wrote the lyrics and Sylvia Fricker (Tyson) wrote the music to a tune called The Renegade for their NASHVILLE album. See below:

THE RENEGADE

Up on the hillside, policemen were climbing
The ghosts of the night wind, their fantasies ceased to tell
Dark on the snow were the blood drops a-dryin';
Slipped through cold fingers whiskey bottle fell.

CHORUS

Kla-how-ya mother, I leave you with your white man;
I curse their church that tells us that our fathers were wrong
And I'll hunt my own mowich and I'll drink my own whiskey
And I'll sing until morning the old fashioned songs

Fires of the potlatch are all scattered in their ashes
Ma-sat-chie-ta-ma-now-wits the evil ones remain.
And our children cannot follow the old nor the new ways
And the poles of their fathers are rotting in the rain

CHORUS

Kla-how-ya mother, I leave you with your white man;
I curse their church that tells us that our fathers were wrong
And I'll hunt my own mowich and I'll drink my own whiskey
And I'll sing until morning the old fashioned songs

Daylight came late over high coastal mountains.
The renegade stood watching with his rifle by his side
Then he emptied his gun up into the pale yellow sunrise
And he ran down the hillside the to place where he died.

CHORUS

Kla-how-ya mother, I leave you with your white man;
I curse their church that tells us that our fathers were wrong
And I'll hunt my own mowich and I'll drink my own whiskey
And I'll sing until morning the old fashioned songs

At the site linked above the person who posted these left an e mail address and offered to send music if contacted.