200 Miles Away

Verse

I hear the coyotes calling

Their melancholy pierces the night

I feel those wheat fields waving

Calling me with their collective spite

I know tomorrow morning

Fate will dictate my part

But I never believed in fate

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Because I know the coyote's heart

You're 200 miles away

On the other side of the state

And I'm going round and round in a wheat field

Trying to beat the rain

The sun goes down; it won't matter much

We'll keep on cutting 'till the straw gets tough

I'll be free when we get through

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