Well I live in the canyonnWhere the old coyotes howlnAnd they come down from the mountains when the dogs begin to growlnAnd they meet up in the darkness where they fight until the deathnWhen the morning sun is rising I will bury who they leftnnAnd oh, they call me Canyon JoennAnd I stay in the cabinnWhere I work my hands to bleednSwing the hammer to the nailnAnd I swing the axe onto the treenAnd I once cleared these woodsnYeah there used to be a pathnAnd now the trees have overgrown just to prove that nothing lastsnnAnd oh, they call me Canyon JoennThe old man went crazynHe lives high up on the ridgenHe used to tell me all the stories of the church house and the bridgenBut the bridge, she washed away your sinnThe church house- it got burnedn'Cause this world has gone angry and some people never learnnnAnd oh, they call me Canyon JoennAnd I once loved a womannYes and Georgia was her namenWe met out in the foothills of the Ozark Mountain RangenWe saw the world togethernLeast the parts that we love mostnShe still comes to me in dreamsnI am still haunted with her ghostnnAnd oh, they call me Canyon JoennAnd all my thoughts are heavynMy beard, it has grown longnAnd I search the face of six-strings for an old familiar songnBut the chords, they all sound foreign like the places that I've beennSo I close my eyes to sleepnTomorrow I will try againnnAnd oh, they call me Canyon JoenOh, oh, they call me Canyon JoenSinging oh, oh, they call me Canyon Joe