Coyote Chords by Joni Mitchell

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[Eb] _ No regrets, Coyote.
[Dm] [C] We just come from such different sets of circumstance.
I'm a full night in the studio.
Then [G] you're up early on your [F] ranch.
You'll be brushing out a broodmare's tail while the sun is [Gm] ascending.
And I'll just be [G] getting home with [C] my real [Eb] burial.
Just hold on for any [G] day.
Just talk close to the bone and the [C] skin and the [G] eyes and the lips.
You can get it.
And still feel so [F] alone.
And still feel related.
_ Station's in some reed.
Now you're [C] not a hit-and-run driver.
[F] No, no.
[Eb] Racing your [G] way.
[F] You've just picked [G] up a hitch of prison around the white [C] lines on the [G] freeway.
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_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] Saw a farmhouse burn [G] down in the middle of nowhere [C] in the middle of the night.
Rolled right past [G] that tragedy.
Though it turned into some roadhouse [F] light where a local band was playing.
Locals were up kicking and shaking [C] on the floor.
The [F] next thing I [Eb] know, that coyote's at my [G] door.
Pins me in a corner, he won't [C] take no.
Drags me out on [Dm] the dance floor and we're [G]
dancing close and slow.
[F] Now he's got a woman at home.
He's got another woman down the hall.
He seems to want me anyway.
[C] Why'd you have to get so drunk [Eb] and leave me on that way?
[G] You've just picked up a hitch of prison around [C] the white lines on the freeway. _ _ _
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_ _ _ [Eb] I looked a coyote right in the face.
[G]
On the road to Balgeni near my old [C] hometown, he went running through the whisker weed.
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Chasing some [C] prize [F] down and a hawk was playing with him.
Coyote was jumping straight up and making [C] passes.
[G] And the same eyes just [Eb] like yours [F] under your dark [G] glasses.
Privately probing the [C] public rooms and peeking through [G] keyholes and numbered doors.
Where the players lick [F] their wounds and take their temporary lovers.
And their pills and powders to get them through [C] this [G] passion play.
No regrets [F] coyote, [Bb] I'd just get off a [G] progress.
[Dm] You've just picked up a hitch of prison around the [C] white lines on the [G] freeway.
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Coyote's in the coffee shop, [G] staring a hole in his [C] scrambled legs.
He picks up my scent on his finger [G] while he's watching the [F] waitress's legs.
He's too far from the Bay of Fundy, from Appaloosas and [Gm] eagles and [G] tides.
[Dm] And the air [Eb] conditioned cubicles and the carbon ribbon [G] rides.
Are spelling it out [C] so clear, either he's gonna have to [G] stand and fight.
Or take off out of here.
[F] I tried to run away myself, to run away and wrestle with [C] my ego.
[Dm] _ [Eb]
Just to explain, [G] you put her in this Eskimo, in this hitcher, in this prisoner.
_ Of the fine white [C] lines, [G] of the white lines [C] on the _ _ _ [G] freeway.
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