Intro 
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Verse 
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I hear the coyotes calling 
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Their melancholy pierces the night 
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I feel those wheat fields waving 
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Calling me with their collective spite 
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I know tomorrow morning 
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Fate will dictate my part 
Em 
But I never believed in fate 
      A 
Because I know the coyote's heart 
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You're 200 miles away 
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On the other side of the state 
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And I'm going round and round in a wheat field 
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Trying to beat the rain 
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The sun goes down; it won't matter much 
                                 Em                         
We'll keep on cutting 'till the straw gets tough 
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I'll be free when we get through 
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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