Poem with no context whatsoever

For many long years, I played a lone hand.
I rode my horse in many strange lands.
Until one day, I stopped for a while.
For a pair of blue eyes, and a sunny smile.

So howl away, you old coyote.
I hear your sad, your sad and lonesome song.
You're callin back to old Montana.
Back to those hills where I belong.

One day I rode away from home.
I'm-a travlin' back. It won't be long.
I'll see you again in a little while.
You're my darlin' sweet welcome smile.

Howl away.
Howl away.
I hear your sad and lonesome song.
Howl away.
Howl away back to those hills where I belong.

So howl away, you old coyote.
I hear your sad, your sad and lonesome song.
You're callin me back to old Montana.
Back to those hills where I belong.  

Home.