Chords for Aoife O'Donovan - "Coyote" [Live]
Tempo:
79.2 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
F
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
![Aoife O'Donovan - "Coyote" [Live] chords](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/2XALNhwPsg4/mqdefault.jpg)
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[C]
[Eb] No regrets, Coyote.
[D] We just come from such different sets of circumstances.
[C] I'm up all night in [G] my studio and [G] you're early on your ranch.
You'll [F] be brushing out a brood in this town.
The sun is ascending and I'll [C] just be getting on with my realtory.
[Eb]
There's no comprehending [G] just how close to the bone and the skin [C] and the eyes and the
lips you can get.
[G] I still feel so alone, [Dm]
still [F] feel related.
Like stations in some real that you're [C] not hitting and driving on, [Bb] on, racing away.
You [G]
just picked up the hitching, a prisoner of the white light [C] on the freeway.
[G] [C]
[Eb]
We saw a farmhouse burn down.
[G] In the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the [D] night, we're rolling right past that tragedy.
Till we turn [G] into some roadhouse [F] lights and a local band was playing.
And the locals were kicking and shaking on the [C]
floor.
And the next thing I [Eb] know, that coyote's at my [G] door.
He pins me in a corner and he won't take a [D] no.
He drags me out on the dance [G] floor.
We're dancing close and slow.
[F] He's got a woman in all.
He's got another woman down the hall and I think he wants me [C] anyway.
Why'd you have to get so [Eb] drunk and leave me on that way?
[G] You just picked up the hitching, a prisoner of the white light [C] on the freeway.
[D]
[C]
[Bb] I looked a coyote right in the [G] face.
On the [D] roads of Algenia, my old hometown, you were running through the whisk of [Am] the week.
[G] Chasing some [F] prize or down it.
My heart was playing with him.
The coyote was jumping up and making [C] passes.
[D] Those same eyes just like yours, [Bb] under your dark [G] glasses.
Proudly probing [F] public rooms and [C] peeking through keyholes and numbered [G] doors.
Where the players lick their wounds [F] and take their time for every lover.
And their pails and powders to get them through this passion [D] play.
No regrets coyote, [Eb] I'll just [Bb] get off the hook.
[G] You just picked up the hitching, a prisoner of the white light [C] on the [G] freeway.
[C]
[Eb] Coyote's in the coffee shop.
[G] He's staring on his scrambled eggs.
[C] He picks up my scent [A] on his fingers while [G] he's watching the waitress's legs.
[F] He's too far from the Bay of Fundy.
From melbourne losers and eagles and [D] tides.
And the air [Bb] conditioned cubicle [Eb] and the carbon [G] river runs.
I spilled it out so clear.
Either he's gonna have to [Am] stand and fight.
Or [G] take off out of gear.
[C]
I tried [F] to run away myself.
To run away and wrestle with my [C]
ego.
And [Bb] with this, with this flame.
[G]
You put her in this Eskimo.
It's Richard in this prisoner.
The fine white lines of the white lines.
Of free, freeway.
[A] [C] [D]
[C] [N]
Depot, Donovan there, for coyote.
From the
[Eb] No regrets, Coyote.
[D] We just come from such different sets of circumstances.
[C] I'm up all night in [G] my studio and [G] you're early on your ranch.
You'll [F] be brushing out a brood in this town.
The sun is ascending and I'll [C] just be getting on with my realtory.
[Eb]
There's no comprehending [G] just how close to the bone and the skin [C] and the eyes and the
lips you can get.
[G] I still feel so alone, [Dm]
still [F] feel related.
Like stations in some real that you're [C] not hitting and driving on, [Bb] on, racing away.
You [G]
just picked up the hitching, a prisoner of the white light [C] on the freeway.
[G] [C]
[Eb]
We saw a farmhouse burn down.
[G] In the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the [D] night, we're rolling right past that tragedy.
Till we turn [G] into some roadhouse [F] lights and a local band was playing.
And the locals were kicking and shaking on the [C]
floor.
And the next thing I [Eb] know, that coyote's at my [G] door.
He pins me in a corner and he won't take a [D] no.
He drags me out on the dance [G] floor.
We're dancing close and slow.
[F] He's got a woman in all.
He's got another woman down the hall and I think he wants me [C] anyway.
Why'd you have to get so [Eb] drunk and leave me on that way?
[G] You just picked up the hitching, a prisoner of the white light [C] on the freeway.
[D]
[C]
[Bb] I looked a coyote right in the [G] face.
On the [D] roads of Algenia, my old hometown, you were running through the whisk of [Am] the week.
[G] Chasing some [F] prize or down it.
My heart was playing with him.
The coyote was jumping up and making [C] passes.
[D] Those same eyes just like yours, [Bb] under your dark [G] glasses.
Proudly probing [F] public rooms and [C] peeking through keyholes and numbered [G] doors.
Where the players lick their wounds [F] and take their time for every lover.
And their pails and powders to get them through this passion [D] play.
No regrets coyote, [Eb] I'll just [Bb] get off the hook.
[G] You just picked up the hitching, a prisoner of the white light [C] on the [G] freeway.
[C]
[Eb] Coyote's in the coffee shop.
[G] He's staring on his scrambled eggs.
[C] He picks up my scent [A] on his fingers while [G] he's watching the waitress's legs.
[F] He's too far from the Bay of Fundy.
From melbourne losers and eagles and [D] tides.
And the air [Bb] conditioned cubicle [Eb] and the carbon [G] river runs.
I spilled it out so clear.
Either he's gonna have to [Am] stand and fight.
Or [G] take off out of gear.
[C]
I tried [F] to run away myself.
To run away and wrestle with my [C]
ego.
And [Bb] with this, with this flame.
[G]
You put her in this Eskimo.
It's Richard in this prisoner.
The fine white lines of the white lines.
Of free, freeway.
[A] [C] [D]
[C] [N]
Depot, Donovan there, for coyote.
From the
Key:
G
C
D
F
Eb
G
C
D
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Eb] No regrets, Coyote.
[D] We just come from such different sets of circumstances.
[C] I'm up all night in [G] my studio and [G] you're early on your ranch.
You'll [F] be brushing out a brood in this town.
The sun is ascending and I'll [C] just be getting on with my realtory.
[Eb]
There's no comprehending [G] just how close to the bone and the skin [C] and the eyes and the
lips you can get.
[G] I still feel so alone, [Dm]
still [F] feel related.
Like stations in some real that you're [C] not hitting and driving on, [Bb] on, racing away.
You [G]
just picked up the hitching, a prisoner of the white light [C] on the freeway.
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb]
We saw a farmhouse burn down.
[G] In the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the [D] night, we're rolling right past that tragedy.
Till we turn [G] into some roadhouse [F] lights and a local band was playing.
And the locals were kicking and shaking on the [C]
floor.
And the next thing I [Eb] know, that coyote's at my [G] door.
He pins me in a corner and he won't take a [D] no.
He drags me out on the dance [G] floor.
We're dancing close and slow.
[F] He's got a woman in all.
He's got another woman down the hall and I think he wants me [C] anyway.
Why'd you have to get so [Eb] drunk and leave me on that way?
[G] You just picked up the hitching, a prisoner of the white light [C] on the freeway.
[D] _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] I looked a coyote right in the [G] face.
On the [D] roads of Algenia, my old hometown, you were running through the whisk of [Am] the week.
[G] Chasing some [F] prize or down it.
My heart was playing with him.
The coyote was jumping up and making [C] passes.
[D] Those same eyes just like yours, [Bb] under your dark [G] glasses.
Proudly probing [F] public rooms and [C] peeking through keyholes and numbered [G] doors.
Where the players lick their wounds [F] and take their time for every lover.
And their pails and powders to get them through this passion [D] play.
No regrets coyote, [Eb] I'll just [Bb] get off the hook.
[G] You just picked up the hitching, a prisoner of the white light [C] on the [G] freeway. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [Eb] _ Coyote's in the coffee shop.
[G] He's staring on his scrambled eggs.
[C] He picks up my scent [A] on his fingers while [G] he's watching the waitress's legs.
[F] He's too far from the Bay of Fundy.
From melbourne losers and eagles and [D] tides.
And the air [Bb] conditioned cubicle [Eb] and the carbon [G] river runs.
I spilled it out so clear.
Either he's gonna have to [Am] stand and fight.
Or [G] take off out of gear.
[C]
I tried [F] to run away myself.
To run away and wrestle with my [C]
ego.
And [Bb] with this, with this flame.
_ [G]
You put her in this Eskimo.
It's Richard in this prisoner.
_ The fine white lines of the white lines.
Of free, _ _ _ freeway.
_ [A] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ Depot, Donovan there, for coyote.
From the
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Eb] No regrets, Coyote.
[D] We just come from such different sets of circumstances.
[C] I'm up all night in [G] my studio and [G] you're early on your ranch.
You'll [F] be brushing out a brood in this town.
The sun is ascending and I'll [C] just be getting on with my realtory.
[Eb]
There's no comprehending [G] just how close to the bone and the skin [C] and the eyes and the
lips you can get.
[G] I still feel so alone, [Dm]
still [F] feel related.
Like stations in some real that you're [C] not hitting and driving on, [Bb] on, racing away.
You [G]
just picked up the hitching, a prisoner of the white light [C] on the freeway.
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb]
We saw a farmhouse burn down.
[G] In the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the [D] night, we're rolling right past that tragedy.
Till we turn [G] into some roadhouse [F] lights and a local band was playing.
And the locals were kicking and shaking on the [C]
floor.
And the next thing I [Eb] know, that coyote's at my [G] door.
He pins me in a corner and he won't take a [D] no.
He drags me out on the dance [G] floor.
We're dancing close and slow.
[F] He's got a woman in all.
He's got another woman down the hall and I think he wants me [C] anyway.
Why'd you have to get so [Eb] drunk and leave me on that way?
[G] You just picked up the hitching, a prisoner of the white light [C] on the freeway.
[D] _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] I looked a coyote right in the [G] face.
On the [D] roads of Algenia, my old hometown, you were running through the whisk of [Am] the week.
[G] Chasing some [F] prize or down it.
My heart was playing with him.
The coyote was jumping up and making [C] passes.
[D] Those same eyes just like yours, [Bb] under your dark [G] glasses.
Proudly probing [F] public rooms and [C] peeking through keyholes and numbered [G] doors.
Where the players lick their wounds [F] and take their time for every lover.
And their pails and powders to get them through this passion [D] play.
No regrets coyote, [Eb] I'll just [Bb] get off the hook.
[G] You just picked up the hitching, a prisoner of the white light [C] on the [G] freeway. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [Eb] _ Coyote's in the coffee shop.
[G] He's staring on his scrambled eggs.
[C] He picks up my scent [A] on his fingers while [G] he's watching the waitress's legs.
[F] He's too far from the Bay of Fundy.
From melbourne losers and eagles and [D] tides.
And the air [Bb] conditioned cubicle [Eb] and the carbon [G] river runs.
I spilled it out so clear.
Either he's gonna have to [Am] stand and fight.
Or [G] take off out of gear.
[C]
I tried [F] to run away myself.
To run away and wrestle with my [C]
ego.
And [Bb] with this, with this flame.
_ [G]
You put her in this Eskimo.
It's Richard in this prisoner.
_ The fine white lines of the white lines.
Of free, _ _ _ freeway.
_ [A] _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ Depot, Donovan there, for coyote.
From the