♪ [acoustic guitar] ♪ (OC): Roll cameras, please.

♪ [electricity buzzing] ♪ (acoustic guitar) ♪ ♪ Woke up at the bottom again, ♪ ♪ ♪ inside this self-imposed cage.

♪ ♪ ♪ Dark days are a welcome escape, ♪ ♪ ♪ from isolation that suffocates.

♪ ♪ [soft drum beat] ♪ Welcome to the boondocks ♪ ♪ where there ain't no mercy here.

♪ ♪ Welcome to the boondocks ♪ ♪ where there ain't no mercy for you.

♪ ♪ Welcome to the boondocks ♪ ♪ where there ain't no mercy here.

♪ ♪ Welcome to the boondocks ♪ ♪ where there ain't no mercy for you.

♪ ♪ ♪ The floor crumbles beneath me again.

♪ ♪ ♪ my senses are impaired.

♪ ♪ ♪ It's just me and the voice in my head.

♪ ♪ ♪ Everyone in here is dead.

♪ ♪ ♪ Welcome to the boondocks ♪ ♪ where there ain't no mercy here.

♪ ♪ Welcome to the boondocks ♪ ♪ where there ain't no mercy for you.

♪ ♪ Welcome to the boondocks ♪ ♪ where there ain't no mercy here.

♪ ♪ Welcome to the boondocks ♪ ♪ where there ain't no mercy for you.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ They're mourning you already.

♪ ♪ Mr. Coyote, don't go down that road.

♪ ♪ They'll untie your insides, ♪ ♪ the phantom and the black crow ♪ ♪ are outside to get you, ♪ ♪ They're taking you again.

♪ ♪ Between everything and ♪ ♪ nothing there ain't no mercy left here for you.

♪ ♪ Welcome to the boondocks ♪ ♪ where there ain't no mercy here.

♪ ♪ Welcome to the boondocks ♪ ♪ where there ain't no mercy for you.

♪ ♪ Welcome to the boondocks ♪ ♪ where there ain't no mercy here.

♪ ♪ Welcome to the boondocks ♪ ♪ where there ain't no mercy for you!

♪ Hey!

Ho!

♪ Where there ain't no mercy for you!

♪ Hey!

Ho!

♪ Where there ain't no mercy for you.

♪ ♪ No, no, no.

♪ ♪ No, no, no.

♪ ♪ Where there ain't no mercy for you.

♪ ♪ (music fades) ♪ ♪ Well, I was a good ol boy, ♪ ♪ but this good ol boy's no good.

♪ ♪ Coyote: We met randomly- Wolf: Working together.

Coyote: Yeah.

Working together at a bar.

Wolf: Got hired the same day, as well!

Coyote: And kind of just had that like "we're gonna be best friends".

Bonded really quick.

We got called to do a music video for an artist by the name of Yellow Wolf.

And Yellow Wolf, after that, had asked us to come perform at his festival called Slumfest.

Wolf: Slumfest, yeah.

Coyote: In Nashville.

And he kind of asked to come as a group- like we were one band, and we weren't.

And then, so we left there and be like, 'whoa.

We'll just do Wild the Coyote and Badd Wolf, and we'll merge the sets together'.

And, the rest is history.

We start every show off with a song called "The Boondocks".

That's actually off my solo album.

Very dark song.

Comes in, just guitar and vocals, and then kind of just launches into this very theatrical intro to our set.

And, it kind of sets him up for the following song which is- Wolf: Johnny.

Coyote: his single, too.

Wolf: Yeah.

So, my single is "Johnny Cash".

I love Johnny Cash, and a lot of people can relate to Johnny Cash.

I like to wear a lot of black.

So, that song was just me becoming Badd Wolf and how I am as a person.

And, having that confidence and not really caring about what people say or anything like that.

You know what I mean?

Like, you're representing yourself.

So like, that's the reason why I wrote "Johnny Cash" and had this whole swagger about it.

You know what I mean?

'Cause Johnny Cash just carried himself as "he's a man".

He's the man in black, you know what I mean?

So, wanted to make sure I put that in a track but in my own way.

My own vision.

[soft organ music] ♪ [distorted synthesizer voice] ♪ All black, Johnny Cash ♪ ♪ with the swag (with my swag).

♪ ♪ Matte black, white walls ♪ ♪ on the 'lac (on the 'lac).

♪ ♪ Well-dressed, throw some wax ♪ ♪ on my stash (on my stash).

♪ ♪ All black, you can call me ♪ ♪ Johnny Cash (Johnny Cash).

♪ ♪ Johnny Cash (Johnny Cash).

♪ ♪ Johnny Cash (Johnny Cash).

♪ ♪ All black, you can call me ♪ ♪ Johnny Cash (Johnny Cash).

♪ ♪ Johnny Cash (Johnny Cash).

♪ ♪ Johnny Cash (Johnny Cash).

♪ ♪ All black, you can call me ♪ ♪ Johnny Cash.

♪ ♪ Got my boots on and they all black.

♪ ♪ Pompadour, let me curl my mustache.

♪ ♪ Levi's when I tip toe.

♪ ♪ Pulling out a zippo.

♪ ♪ Cigarette in my mouth, let me spark it.

♪ ♪ Not close to the curb when I park it.

♪ ♪ Dress like the boogie man.

♪ ♪ Give a d--- about the groupies, man.

♪ ♪ 9 o'clock and I'm running late.

♪ ♪ Catch a show at the El Rey.

♪ ♪ Cruise 30 when I hit La Brea.

♪ ♪ Shades on, give a f--- about my haters.

♪ ♪ She told me I'm one of a kind.

♪ ♪ She wanted a piece of my time.

♪ ♪ I put my seat in recline.

♪ ♪ Believe she got all of mine.

♪ ♪ All black, Johnny Cash ♪ ♪ with the swag (with my swag).

♪ ♪ Matte black, white walls ♪ ♪ on the 'lac (on the 'lac).

♪ ♪ Well-dressed, throw some wax ♪ ♪ on my stash (on my stash).

♪ ♪ All black, you can call me ♪ ♪ Johnny Cash (Johnny Cash).

♪ ♪ Johnny Cash (Johnny Cash).

♪ ♪ Johnny Cash (Johnny Cash).

♪ ♪ All black, you can call me ♪ ♪ Johnny Cash (Johnny Cash).

♪ ♪ Johnny Cash (Johnny Cash).

♪ ♪ Johnny Cash (Johnny Cash).

♪ ♪ All black, you can call me ♪ ♪ Johnny Cash (Johnny Cash).

♪ ♪ Jack Daniel's in my hand, I love whiskey.

♪ ♪ Few shots, Ima get a little tipsy.

♪ ♪ Then it's back to my Johnny Cash swag (swag).

♪ ♪ I'm known to be dressed in all black (black).

♪ ♪ Bandana in my pocket (pocket).

♪ ♪ Weapon in the cockpit (cockpit).

♪ ♪ I'm really not violent but if I have to ♪ ♪ I'll start a riot (riot).

♪ ♪ I'm used to the eyes that stare.

♪ ♪ I love myself, I do not care!

♪ ♪ They love me, they hate me.

Their comments ♪ ♪ don't matter to me, I promise.

♪ ♪ All black like a Catholic priest.

♪ ♪ Feeling like a man when I'm wearing my fleece.

♪ ♪ Hear click-clack when I'm roaming these streets.

♪ ♪ Bolo tie on, got a high self-esteem.

♪ ♪ All black, Johnny Cash ♪ ♪ with the swag (with my swag).

♪ ♪ Matte black, white walls ♪ ♪ on the 'lac (on the 'lac).

♪ ♪ Well-dressed, throw some wax ♪ ♪ on my stash (on my stash).

♪ ♪ All black, you can call me ♪ ♪ Johnny Cash (Johnny Cash).

♪ ♪ Johnny Cash (Johnny Cash).

♪ ♪ Johnny Cash (Johnny Cash).

♪ ♪ All black, you can call me ♪ ♪ Johnny Cash (Johnny Cash).

♪ ♪ Johnny Cash (Johnny Cash).

♪ ♪ Johnny Cash (Johnny Cash).

♪ ♪ All black, you can ♪ ♪ call me Johnny Cash.

♪ Ohhh.

Ohhh.

Ohhh.

Ohhh.

(vocalizes) ♪ [soft organ] ♪ (mellow hip-hop beat/guitar) ♪ ♪ (acoustic guitar) ♪ Coyote: In the beginning I start off in the front and he's in the back, and then it switches roles.

And people really get to get intimate with ourselves and how we're gonna do the show.

Wolf: Yeah, it throws'em off!

Coyote: Yeah.

And then, after that we start doing the songs that we're together on.

Wolf: We switch.

Coyote: "My 6-4" was the first song that we collaborated on and it was the one that I was like 'yo, you gotta let me sing the hook on this song'.

And, he sent it over and it was a hit.

We shot a music video for it in a second, and we put in the Boyz in the Hood?

Wolf: Boyz in the Hood, Tenacious D sample.

Some people know, and some people don't.

That's what I think is the most amazing thing about it.

So, I thought it was really clever and really fine.

And, I'm actually talking about my 6-4, like my old Ford truck.

Like, we used to roll around in the city and everybody used to like look at it, and stuff like that.

I think it was raggedy but it was beautiful at the same time.

So, that's what that song- Coyote: Like us!

Wolf: Yeah!

Raggedy and beautiful at the same time!

That's the reason why, you know, I like to tell stories that are actually real in my life and not make some crap up.

You know what I mean?

So, "My 6-4"!

♪ (acoustic guitar) ♪ ♪ Cruising down the street in my '6-4.

♪ ♪ White walls on the tires.

♪ ♪ Slammed to the floor.

♪ ♪ Ain't nothing in my life but to be legit.

♪ ♪ And don't quote me, boy, ♪ ♪ because I ain't said s---.

♪ ♪ ♪ Couple thousand in my pocket, need something I can afford.

♪ ♪ Wanted an Apache, but I end up with a Ford.

♪ ♪ Feel like Eazy-E because my truck a '64.

♪ ♪ Long bed, 302.

I want to slam it to the floor.

♪ ♪ Insurance is 76, fill up at 76.

♪ ♪ Park it for a second, old guy is taking pics.

♪ ♪ Ask me what's the year, and what's the f----- plan?

♪ ♪ Told'em it was a '64 and I planned on, planned on.

♪ ♪ Cruising down the street in my '6-4.

♪ ♪ White walls on the tires.

♪ ♪ Slammed to the floor.

♪ ♪ Ain't nothing in my life but to be legit.

♪ ♪ And don't quote me, boy, ♪ ♪ 'cause I ain't said s---.

♪ ♪ Oh scarecrow, ♪ ♪ I'm a stick in the mud.

♪ ♪ 64 years I've been beating the road.

♪ ♪ Mr. Badd Wolf, let'em know ♪ ♪ I'm the phantom and the black crow.

♪ ♪ I've got 64 years on this bad road.

♪ ♪ I've got 64 years but don't quote me, boy.

♪ ♪ ♪ Muddy Waters through the speakers ♪ ♪ but I feel like Johnny Cash.

♪ ♪ Smoke's in my ear with this whiskey in my flask.

♪ ♪ Bandana in my pocket, cuff Levi jeans.

♪ ♪ Black tee rolled up.

Favorite pair of Red Wings.

♪ ♪ Elvis Presley, I'm the king of the throne.

♪ ♪ Black Steelies, I don't need to ride chrome.

♪ ♪ Feeling like a cholo, back chick or riding solo.

♪ ♪ All black gothic, momma think I'm loco.

♪ ♪ Talk s---, f--- around and get stomped.

♪ ♪ Don't get it twisted because my dreads in a pomp.

♪ ♪ Badd Wolf but I got a lot of soul.

♪ ♪ Tattoos, stretched out my ear lobes.

♪ ♪ Cruising down the street in my '6-4.

♪ ♪ White walls on the tires.

♪ ♪ Slammed to the floor.

♪ ♪ Ain't nothing in my life but to be legit.

♪ ♪ And don't quote me, boy, ♪ ♪ because I ain't said s---.

♪ ♪ Oh scarecrow, ♪ ♪ I'm a stick in the mud.

♪ ♪ 64 years I've been beating the road.

♪ ♪ Mr. Badd Wolf, let'em know ♪ ♪ I'm the phantom and the black crow.

♪ ♪ And I got 64 years on this bad road.

♪ ♪ Oh, I got 64 years but don't quote me, boy.

♪ ♪ [wolf howling] ♪ There's a big bad wolf who huffed and puffed ♪ ♪ and burned your house down.

♪ ♪ You should be afraid what's coming to you, ♪ ♪ this wolf is out for blood.

♪ ♪ And, there's 64 ways to die in the woods ♪ ♪ where you cannot hear a sound.

♪ ♪ So take my advice when you pray tonight ♪ ♪ that he doesn't hear you first.

♪ ♪ Cruising down the street in my '6-4.

♪ ♪ White walls on the tires.

♪ ♪ Slammed to the floor.

♪ ♪ Ain't nothing in my life but to be legit.

♪ ♪ And don't quote me, boy, ♪ ♪ 'cause I ain't said s---.

♪ ♪ Cruising down the street in my '6-4.

(softer) ♪ ♪ White walls on the tires.

♪ ♪ Slammed to the floor.

♪ ♪ Ain't nothing in my life but to be legit.

♪ ♪ And don't quote me, boy, ♪ ♪ 'cause I ain't said s---.

♪ Wolf: "Bible by the Rifle" which is a cool one because- Coyote: I love that song!

Wolf: Yeah.

I think it's super cool because, yeah, the rapper that's doin' the hook.

You know what I mean?

Like, something that's completely different.

Like a whole different tempo, and different sound to a country song.

You know what I mean?

Like usually, you'll get a rap song to have a country singer and a hook.

But when have you ever had a country singer and then a rapper as a hook?

♪ I got the Bible by the rifle.

♪ ♪ I got the Bible by the rifle.

♪ ♪ I got the Bible by the rifle, ♪ ♪ and I haven't turned the page.

♪ ♪ Open up the door, who's out on my porch ♪ ♪ in the middle of the night, dear lord?

♪ ♪ The driveway goes for miles and the lock on the gate ♪ ♪ is still closed, beware of the dog.

♪ ♪ The only trespassing is gonna be death passing down the road ♪ ♪ so go on home.

♪ ♪ I got a graveyard for a backyard ♪ ♪ and that's the point of no return.

♪ ♪ ♪ I got the Bible by the rifle ♪ ♪ and I haven't turned the page.

♪ ♪ Tell me what's your drug?

♪ ♪ I grabbed a bottle full of rage.

♪ ♪ I got a hot one in the cage.

♪ ♪ A bullet with your name.

♪ ♪ I got the Bible by the rifle ♪ [dark ethereal sounds] ♪ and I haven't turned the page.

♪ ♪ There's mercy on the barrel and a prayer on the trigger ♪ ♪ but not a soul to hear them out.

♪ ♪ The noises turn to voices from down in the basement ♪ ♪ even when nobody's home.

♪ ♪ I buried my demons deep in the woods ♪ ♪ in the belly of a hornet's nest.

♪ ♪ I got a house built of bones ♪ ♪ with a secret nobody knows.

♪ ♪ ♪ I got the Bible by the rifle ♪ ♪ and I haven't turned the page.

♪ ♪ Tell me what's your drug?

♪ ♪ I grabbed a bottle full of rage.

♪ ♪ I got a hot one in the cage.

♪ ♪ A bullet with your name.

♪ ♪ I got the Bible by the rifle ♪ [dark ethereal sounds] ♪ and I haven't turned the page.

♪ ♪ ♪ Look into your eyes, I can tell that you're scared ♪ ♪ I popped two in the air.

♪ ♪ Look out, look out.

You better run.

♪ ♪ Look out, look out.

You better run.

♪ ♪ Old man don't have hands, trigger finger at the man.

♪ ♪ Look out, look out.

You better run.

♪ ♪ Look out, look out.

You better run.

♪ ♪ Look out, look out.

You better run.

♪ ♪ I got the Bible by the rifle ♪ ♪ and I haven't turned the page.

♪ ♪ Tell me what's your drug?

♪ ♪ I grabbed a bottle full of rage!

♪ ♪ I got a hot one in the cage!

♪ ♪ A bullet with your name.

♪ ♪ I got the Bible by the rifle ♪ ♪ and I haven't turned the page.

♪ ♪ ♪ [dark ethereal sounds] ♪ (music fades) Wolf/Coyote: "Old Man"!

Coyote: Our song, written on slide guitar.

I originally had wrote that for him, and this is before we joined forces.

Wolf: Yeah.

You know what's so funny when we think about it?

That's when I first moved to the place, and we just like set up the phone.

So we set the phone up, and he was like 'yo, I got this lick'.

And, you start playin' the lick?

Coyote: Oh, on the hardwood?

Wolf: Yeah, on the hardwood.

Coyote: Oh!

Yeah, yeah.

Wolf: We did a hardwood session.

Coyote: We just played it, yeah.

Wolf: Yeah.

We just played it and, like, literally within a few minutes.

On Instagram.

Coyote: Blew up.

Wolf: Yeah!

It just... blew up!

Like, over a thousand views.

Like, 10 minutes.

And I was like 'holy-' like this it!

Like, people love the hardwood session.

Him playing the guitar and I'm just stompin' and clappin', and I'm singin' this song.

So, we end up writing a whole song for it.

Coyote: Yeah.

We found a sound really early.

You know?

We kind of found that sound, found a way to write it, and we really enjoy our songwriting.

♪ (slide guitar) ♪ ♪ ♪ Hey old man, ♪ ♪ where's my old man?

♪ ♪ Let me know ♪ ♪ before I'm an old man.

♪ ♪ Cut anybody off even my own father.

♪ ♪ Never been rattled since I was a toddler.

♪ ♪ Not talking about money, please don't bother.

♪ ♪ Only time I'm religious is the almighty dollar.

♪ ♪ Two routes to go but one destination.

♪ ♪ Steady going the wrong way with no hesitation.

♪ ♪ Just me and my mom, taught myself to be a man.

♪ ♪ Now I hang around the village getting words from wise men.

♪ ♪ Getting into s---, started gangs with my friends.

♪ ♪ Some are in jail, some are buried in the land.

♪ ♪ All these tattoos.

Yeah, I'm misunderstood.

♪ ♪ Haven't spoke to a Thompson, changed my last name to Wolf.

♪ ♪ Hey old man, ♪ ♪ where's my old man?

♪ ♪ Let me know ♪ ♪ before I'm an old man.

♪ ♪ Hey old man, ♪ ♪ where's my old man?

♪ ♪ Let me know ♪ ♪ before I'm an old man.

♪ ♪ Levi cuffed to show my boots are made of snakes.

♪ ♪ Rattles start to shake.

Grim Reaper with a rake.

♪ ♪ When I walk up in the place, you stare death in the face.

♪ ♪ Never looking at mistakes, Ima do what it takes.

♪ ♪ Bad like Betty Page, Ghost rider like Nick Cage.

♪ ♪ Clear my room with some sage.

Devil talk to me every day.

♪ ♪ Ain't gotta do s--- but stay Native and keep it slum.

♪ ♪ Head spinning like a vinyl when I'm drinking on some rum.

♪ Half black and half Choctaw, I'm a m--------- outlaw.

♪ ♪ All black Johnny Cash stomping down Crenshaw.

♪ ♪ Leather on my skin, I was born to f----- sin.

♪ ♪ Wolves are my kin, I was born in the den.

♪ ♪ Hey old man, ♪ ♪ where's my old man?

♪ ♪ Let me know ♪ ♪ before I'm an old man.

♪ ♪ Hey old man, ♪ ♪ where's my old man?

♪ ♪ Let me know ♪ ♪ before I'm an old man.

♪ ♪ Forgive me father but ♪ ♪ you're --- damn right I've sinned.

♪ ♪ I torched too much land from ♪ ♪ the banks of your empty hands.

♪ ♪ Are you hiding from me?

♪ ♪ I promise I'm not gonna hurt ya.

♪ ♪ The same deal you made when I was 10.

♪ ♪ Run on now, back where the weak survive ♪ ♪ and if you hear from me again ♪ ♪ pretend you're not alive.

♪ ♪ ♪ (heartbeat percussion) ♪ Coyote: "Man on Top of the Hill" was the first song I wrote when I kind of started Wild the Coyote.

A very dark song and drop D. And, it kind of became the anthem to my shows.

It's- you know?

The middle fingers up in the air and let's get loose, and that was the first one when we were playing shows and we could see people started knowing the words.

That was "Man on Top of the Hill".

It's our closer, our final song.

It just, you know?

That song's just gettin' it!

♪ (persistent percussion/guitar) ♪ ♪ Well I need to slow down, slow down.

♪ ♪ ♪ I need to slow down said the man on top of the hill.

♪ ♪ You're too young and you're too dumb.

♪ ♪ Believe me I've seen you, son.

♪ ♪ A little advice from no place nice ♪ ♪ said the man on top of the hill.

♪ ♪ Take what you want, take what you need ♪ ♪ but don't bite the hand that feeds.

♪ ♪ I need to slow down, slow down.

♪ ♪ ♪ I need to slow down said the man on top of the hill.

♪ ♪ ♪ Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa.

♪ ♪ ♪ Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa.

♪ ♪ ♪ Whoa oh, whoa oh.

♪ ♪ I need to slow down, slow down.

♪ ♪ ♪ I need to slow down said the man on top of the hill.

♪ ♪ The devil spies through your eyes ♪ ♪ from the depth of a hollow lake.

♪ ♪ Like a vulture in the sky waiting on you to die ♪ ♪ stands the man on top of the hill.

♪ ♪ So take what you want, take what you need ♪ ♪ and eat the hand that feeds.

♪ ♪ I need to slow down, slow down.

♪ ♪ ♪ I need to slow down said the man on top of the hill.

♪ ♪ ♪ Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa.

♪ ♪ ♪ Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa.

♪ ♪ ♪ Whoa oh, whoa oh.

♪ ♪ I need to slow down, slow down.

♪ ♪ ♪ I need to slow down said the man on top of the hill.

♪ ♪ ♪ Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa.

♪ ♪ ♪ Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa.

♪ ♪ ♪ Whoa oh, whoa oh.

♪ ♪ (persistent beat) ♪ ♪ ♪ [acoustic guitar] ♪ ♪