Chords for Coyote - Joni Mitchell & The Band.wmv
Tempo:
82.1 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
Eb
F
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
That was just part of a lifestyle that we got to love in Woodstock.
You know, we got to like it, you know, just being able to chop wood or
hit
your thumb with a hammer.
We'd be concerned with fixing a tape recorder and fixing a screen door, you know, and stuff like that, and getting the songs together.
We always seemed to get a whole lot more done when we didn't have a lot of company around, you know.
As soon as company came, of course, we'd start having fun.
You know what happens when you have too much fun.
Something we've kind of debated around here, but why, I'll ask it now.
What about women in the road?
I love them.
That's probably why we've been on the road.
That's it.
I love them.
I don't think
I thought you weren't supposed to talk about it too much.
I guess I'm not.
I thought we were supposed to
Pan away from that sort of stuff and get into something else.
Also, since the beginning, since we started playing together, just like we've all grown just a little bit, so have the women.
You know, and it's amazing.
That's right.
I just want to break even.
Joni Mitchell.
[C]
No [Eb] regrets, Coyote.
[G] We just come from such different sets of [C] circumstance.
I'm up all night in the studios and you're early [G] on your [Bb] range.
You'll be [F] brushing out a broodmare still while the sun is ascending.
[C] I'll just be getting home with my real [Eb] to real.
There's no comprehending [G] just how close to the bone and the [C] skin and the eyes and the lips you can get.
You [G] still feel so alone.
[Bb] You still [F] feel related [Bb] like [F] stations in some relay.
[C] You're not a hit and run driver, no, [Eb] no.
Racing away.
[G] [C] You just picked up a hitcher.
[G] Prisoner [C] of the white line on the freeway.
[Eb] You saw a farmhouse burning down [G] in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the [C] night.
You roll right past that tragedy.
We [G] pulled into some roadhouse [Gm] lights [F] where a local band was playing.
Locals were up kicking and shaking [C] on the floor.
The next thing I know, [Eb] that coyote's at my [G] door.
He pins me in a corner and he [C] won't take no.
He drags me out on the dance floor [G] and we're dancing close and slow.
[F] Now he's got a woman at home.
He's got another woman down the hall.
He seems to [C] want me anyway.
Why'd you have to get so [Eb] drunk and lead [C] me on that way?
[G] [C] You just picked up a hitcher.
[G] Prisoner of the white lines on [C] the freeway.
I
[Eb] looked the coyote right in the [G] face.
On the road to Valgenny near my old [C] hometown, he went running through the whisker.
[G] We chasing some prize [F] down and a hawk was playing with him.
Coyote was jumping straight up and [C] making passes.
He had those same [Eb] eyes just like yours under your dark [G] blazer.
Privately probing the public [C] rooms and peeking through keyholes and number doors.
[G] Where the players lick [Bb] their [F] temporary lovers and their pills and powders
to get [C] them through this passion play.
No [Eb] regrets, coyote.
I just get off up [G] a ways.
You just picked up a hitcher.
A prisoner of the white lines [C] on the freeway.
[Eb] Coyote's in the coffee [G] shop.
He's staring a hole [C] in his scrambled eggs.
He picks up my scent on his finger.
While he's [G] walking away, he dresses [F] ladies too far from the Bay of Fundy.
From ablutive in [C] eagles and tides.
The air [Eb] conditioned cubicles and the carbon [G] ribbon rise.
[C] I'm spelling it out so clear.
Either he's gonna have to stand and fight [G] or take off outta here.
[F] I've tried to run away myself.
To run away and wrestle with [C] my ego.
[Eb] And with this flame, [G] you put it in this Eskimo.
In this hitcher.
In this [C] prisoner.
Of the fine white lines.
Of the white lines.
On the freeway.
[Dm] [C]
[N]
You know, we got to like it, you know, just being able to chop wood or
hit
your thumb with a hammer.
We'd be concerned with fixing a tape recorder and fixing a screen door, you know, and stuff like that, and getting the songs together.
We always seemed to get a whole lot more done when we didn't have a lot of company around, you know.
As soon as company came, of course, we'd start having fun.
You know what happens when you have too much fun.
Something we've kind of debated around here, but why, I'll ask it now.
What about women in the road?
I love them.
That's probably why we've been on the road.
That's it.
I love them.
I don't think
I thought you weren't supposed to talk about it too much.
I guess I'm not.
I thought we were supposed to
Pan away from that sort of stuff and get into something else.
Also, since the beginning, since we started playing together, just like we've all grown just a little bit, so have the women.
You know, and it's amazing.
That's right.
I just want to break even.
Joni Mitchell.
[C]
No [Eb] regrets, Coyote.
[G] We just come from such different sets of [C] circumstance.
I'm up all night in the studios and you're early [G] on your [Bb] range.
You'll be [F] brushing out a broodmare still while the sun is ascending.
[C] I'll just be getting home with my real [Eb] to real.
There's no comprehending [G] just how close to the bone and the [C] skin and the eyes and the lips you can get.
You [G] still feel so alone.
[Bb] You still [F] feel related [Bb] like [F] stations in some relay.
[C] You're not a hit and run driver, no, [Eb] no.
Racing away.
[G] [C] You just picked up a hitcher.
[G] Prisoner [C] of the white line on the freeway.
[Eb] You saw a farmhouse burning down [G] in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the [C] night.
You roll right past that tragedy.
We [G] pulled into some roadhouse [Gm] lights [F] where a local band was playing.
Locals were up kicking and shaking [C] on the floor.
The next thing I know, [Eb] that coyote's at my [G] door.
He pins me in a corner and he [C] won't take no.
He drags me out on the dance floor [G] and we're dancing close and slow.
[F] Now he's got a woman at home.
He's got another woman down the hall.
He seems to [C] want me anyway.
Why'd you have to get so [Eb] drunk and lead [C] me on that way?
[G] [C] You just picked up a hitcher.
[G] Prisoner of the white lines on [C] the freeway.
I
[Eb] looked the coyote right in the [G] face.
On the road to Valgenny near my old [C] hometown, he went running through the whisker.
[G] We chasing some prize [F] down and a hawk was playing with him.
Coyote was jumping straight up and [C] making passes.
He had those same [Eb] eyes just like yours under your dark [G] blazer.
Privately probing the public [C] rooms and peeking through keyholes and number doors.
[G] Where the players lick [Bb] their [F] temporary lovers and their pills and powders
to get [C] them through this passion play.
No [Eb] regrets, coyote.
I just get off up [G] a ways.
You just picked up a hitcher.
A prisoner of the white lines [C] on the freeway.
[Eb] Coyote's in the coffee [G] shop.
He's staring a hole [C] in his scrambled eggs.
He picks up my scent on his finger.
While he's [G] walking away, he dresses [F] ladies too far from the Bay of Fundy.
From ablutive in [C] eagles and tides.
The air [Eb] conditioned cubicles and the carbon [G] ribbon rise.
[C] I'm spelling it out so clear.
Either he's gonna have to stand and fight [G] or take off outta here.
[F] I've tried to run away myself.
To run away and wrestle with [C] my ego.
[Eb] And with this flame, [G] you put it in this Eskimo.
In this hitcher.
In this [C] prisoner.
Of the fine white lines.
Of the white lines.
On the freeway.
[Dm] [C]
[N]
Key:
C
G
Eb
F
Bb
C
G
Eb
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
That was just part of a lifestyle that we got to love in Woodstock.
You know, we got to like it, you know, just being able to chop wood or_
_hit
your thumb with a hammer.
We'd be concerned with fixing a tape recorder and fixing a screen door, you know, and stuff like that, and getting the songs together.
We always seemed to get a whole lot more done when we didn't have a lot of company around, you know.
_ _ As soon as company came, of course, we'd start having fun.
You know what happens when you have too much fun.
_ _ _ Something we've kind of debated around here, but why, I'll ask it now.
What about women in the road?
I love them. _
That's probably why we've been on the road.
_ That's it.
I love them.
I don't think_
_ _ I thought you weren't supposed to talk about it too much.
I guess I'm not.
I thought we were supposed to_
Pan away from that sort of stuff and get into something else.
Also, since the beginning, since we started playing together, just like we've all grown just a little bit, so have the women.
You know, and it's amazing.
That's right.
I just want to break even. _ _
_ _ _ _ Joni Mitchell. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ No _ [Eb] _ regrets, Coyote.
_ [G] We just come from such different sets of [C] circumstance.
I'm up all night in the studios and you're early [G] on your [Bb] range.
You'll be [F] brushing out a broodmare still while the sun is ascending.
[C] I'll just be getting home with my real [Eb] to real.
There's no comprehending [G] just how close to the bone and the [C] skin and the eyes and the lips you can get.
You [G] still feel so alone.
[Bb] You still [F] feel related [Bb] like [F] stations in some relay.
[C] You're not a hit and run driver, no, [Eb] no.
Racing away.
[G] [C] You just picked up a hitcher.
[G] Prisoner [C] of the white line on the freeway. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] You saw a farmhouse burning down [G] in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the [C] night.
You roll right past that tragedy.
We [G] pulled into some roadhouse [Gm] lights [F] where a local band was playing.
Locals were up kicking and shaking [C] on the floor.
The next thing I know, [Eb] that coyote's at my [G] door.
He pins me in a corner and he [C] won't take no.
He drags me out on the dance floor [G] and we're dancing close and slow.
[F] Now he's got a woman at home.
He's got another woman down the hall.
He seems to [C] want me anyway.
Why'd you have to get so [Eb] drunk and lead [C] me on that way?
[G] [C] You just picked up a hitcher.
[G] Prisoner of the white lines on [C] the freeway.
_ _ _ I
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] looked the coyote right in the [G] face.
On the road to Valgenny near my old [C] hometown, he went running through the whisker.
_ [G] We chasing some prize [F] down and a hawk was playing with him.
_ Coyote was jumping straight up and [C] making passes.
He had those same [Eb] eyes just like yours under your dark [G] blazer.
Privately probing the public [C] rooms and peeking through keyholes and number doors.
[G] Where the players lick [Bb] their [F] temporary lovers and their pills and powders
to get [C] them through this passion play.
No [Eb] regrets, coyote.
I just get off up [G] a ways.
You just picked up a hitcher.
A prisoner of the white lines [C] on the freeway.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ Coyote's in the coffee [G] shop.
He's staring a hole [C] in his scrambled eggs.
He picks up my scent on his finger.
While he's [G] walking away, he dresses [F] ladies too far from the Bay of Fundy.
From ablutive in [C] eagles and tides.
The air [Eb] conditioned cubicles and the carbon [G] ribbon rise.
[C] I'm spelling it out so clear.
Either he's gonna have to stand and fight [G] or take off outta here.
[F] I've tried to run away myself.
To run away and wrestle with [C] my ego.
_ [Eb] And with this flame, [G] you put it in this Eskimo.
In this hitcher.
_ In this [C] prisoner.
Of the fine white lines.
Of the white lines.
On the _ _ _ freeway. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
That was just part of a lifestyle that we got to love in Woodstock.
You know, we got to like it, you know, just being able to chop wood or_
_hit
your thumb with a hammer.
We'd be concerned with fixing a tape recorder and fixing a screen door, you know, and stuff like that, and getting the songs together.
We always seemed to get a whole lot more done when we didn't have a lot of company around, you know.
_ _ As soon as company came, of course, we'd start having fun.
You know what happens when you have too much fun.
_ _ _ Something we've kind of debated around here, but why, I'll ask it now.
What about women in the road?
I love them. _
That's probably why we've been on the road.
_ That's it.
I love them.
I don't think_
_ _ I thought you weren't supposed to talk about it too much.
I guess I'm not.
I thought we were supposed to_
Pan away from that sort of stuff and get into something else.
Also, since the beginning, since we started playing together, just like we've all grown just a little bit, so have the women.
You know, and it's amazing.
That's right.
I just want to break even. _ _
_ _ _ _ Joni Mitchell. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ No _ [Eb] _ regrets, Coyote.
_ [G] We just come from such different sets of [C] circumstance.
I'm up all night in the studios and you're early [G] on your [Bb] range.
You'll be [F] brushing out a broodmare still while the sun is ascending.
[C] I'll just be getting home with my real [Eb] to real.
There's no comprehending [G] just how close to the bone and the [C] skin and the eyes and the lips you can get.
You [G] still feel so alone.
[Bb] You still [F] feel related [Bb] like [F] stations in some relay.
[C] You're not a hit and run driver, no, [Eb] no.
Racing away.
[G] [C] You just picked up a hitcher.
[G] Prisoner [C] of the white line on the freeway. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] You saw a farmhouse burning down [G] in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the [C] night.
You roll right past that tragedy.
We [G] pulled into some roadhouse [Gm] lights [F] where a local band was playing.
Locals were up kicking and shaking [C] on the floor.
The next thing I know, [Eb] that coyote's at my [G] door.
He pins me in a corner and he [C] won't take no.
He drags me out on the dance floor [G] and we're dancing close and slow.
[F] Now he's got a woman at home.
He's got another woman down the hall.
He seems to [C] want me anyway.
Why'd you have to get so [Eb] drunk and lead [C] me on that way?
[G] [C] You just picked up a hitcher.
[G] Prisoner of the white lines on [C] the freeway.
_ _ _ I
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] looked the coyote right in the [G] face.
On the road to Valgenny near my old [C] hometown, he went running through the whisker.
_ [G] We chasing some prize [F] down and a hawk was playing with him.
_ Coyote was jumping straight up and [C] making passes.
He had those same [Eb] eyes just like yours under your dark [G] blazer.
Privately probing the public [C] rooms and peeking through keyholes and number doors.
[G] Where the players lick [Bb] their [F] temporary lovers and their pills and powders
to get [C] them through this passion play.
No [Eb] regrets, coyote.
I just get off up [G] a ways.
You just picked up a hitcher.
A prisoner of the white lines [C] on the freeway.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ Coyote's in the coffee [G] shop.
He's staring a hole [C] in his scrambled eggs.
He picks up my scent on his finger.
While he's [G] walking away, he dresses [F] ladies too far from the Bay of Fundy.
From ablutive in [C] eagles and tides.
The air [Eb] conditioned cubicles and the carbon [G] ribbon rise.
[C] I'm spelling it out so clear.
Either he's gonna have to stand and fight [G] or take off outta here.
[F] I've tried to run away myself.
To run away and wrestle with [C] my ego.
_ [Eb] And with this flame, [G] you put it in this Eskimo.
In this hitcher.
_ In this [C] prisoner.
Of the fine white lines.
Of the white lines.
On the _ _ _ freeway. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _