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