Intro
D G D G
Verse
D
I hear the coyotes calling
G A
Their melancholy pierces the night
D
I feel those wheat fields waving
G A
Calling me with their collective spite
G
I know tomorrow morning
D G
Fate will dictate my part
Em
But I never believed in fate
A
Because I know the coyote's heart
D G
You're 200 miles away
D
On the other side of the state
G
And I'm going round and round in a wheat field
A
Trying to beat the rain
D G
The sun goes down; it won't matter much
Em
We'll keep on cutting 'till the straw gets tough
A
I'll be free when we get through
D
I'll head back to town and back to you
Outside the chaff is blowing
Inside my muscles ache
Outside the sun is setting
In it I see your face
I'll be damned if I leave
Before the harvest moon assumes a crescent shape
I'd hit the road with the hammer down
If only I could these fetters break
I see the storm clouds rolling
Oklahoma's gift: the rain
I see the weather, unlike you,
Never minded the grain
The squall line across the field moves
Just like your life crossed mine
As I roll the tarp I think
I should have been done in time