The Stone Coyotes

Big Bad Wolf

B. Keith and D. Tibbles


Down in Macon, Georgia

Up on Pleasant Hill

A cradle started to rock

A baby couldn’t keep still


Pretty soon he was singin’

In a gospel choir

Little did they know back then

He’d set the world on fire


He’ll cause a commotion when he comes around

Raise the roof, make your heart pound

Roll up the rug when you hear his sound

Like the big bad wolf he’s gonna blow your house down


At the age of fourteen

He went out on the road

A live stick of dynamite

About to explode


He could play the piano

Just like bangin’ a drum

He could take you on ride

From here to Kingdom Come


“Good Golly, Miss Molly”

Raise your cup

Tell your friend Lucille

We’re gonna rip it up