Caracara
In the backcountry there
It's a creature flies like an airplane
It's a mean bird
With a crooked beak like a hawk's
Caracara
When it sees the scorched crop
It flies away, screeching,
Caracara
Going on a hunt
Caracara eats charred snake even
When the chill weather comes
In the backcountry there's no more scorched crop
Caracara doesn't starve though
The mules that roam downhill
Caracara
Gonna snatch, kill and eat
Caracara
Not gon' starve
Caracara
Got more guts than men
Caracara
Gonna snatch, kill and eat
Caracara is mean, is a bully
It's the eagle there of my backcountry
The little mules they can't wander off
It pulls on their belly 'till they dead
Caracara
Gonna snatch, kill and eat
Caracara
Not gon' starve
Caracara
Got more guts than men
Caracara