The Hymn of It All (home version)

Coyote Mother, can you tell my fortune?
Can you tell me when my days are through?
I still believe in God but I ain't sure about Heaven
And the snake oil preachers said to stay away from you

Coyote mother can you hold my hand
And tell me where the lines all lead?
When death comes close I'll say the prayers
And I'll give up whiskey and spreading my seed
Yeah I'll give up whiskey and spreading my seed

And you throw your head back but the laugh comes gently
Son no one's crystal ball can tell
No one knows the day or hour
Could be a peaceful night or a shotgun shell

I've had a swig of death that burned my throat
But I've caught more babies than I can count
And in that holy flow where is life or death?
It's just the hymn of it all oh come thou fount
It's just the hymn of it all oh come thou fount

So go and drink your whiskey in the front row babe
But do your churchin' with a mountain view
And go find you a darling and tell her you love her
And she'll make an honest man of you

And I'll sing about death at your birthday parties
When your wedding comes I'll let the wolves all bay
When your money's gone and you're drunk with sorrow
We'll dance up the dust of heaven's gates
Yeah we'll dance up the dust of heaven's gates

And I'll sing about death at your birthday parties
When your wedding comes I'll let the wolves all bay
When your money's gone and you're drunk with sorrow
We'll dance up the dust of heaven's gates
Yeah we'll dance up the dust of heaven's gates