Coyote Chords by Joni Mitchell

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[Eb] No regrets, Coyote.
_ [G] We just come from such different sets of [C] circumstance.
I'm up all night in the studios [G] and you're up early on your ranch.
[F] You'll be brushing out a broodmare's tail while the sun is ascending.
[C] And I'll just be getting home with my real [Eb] career.
Get home on Friday.
[G] _ Just how close to the bone [C] and the skin and the eyes and [G] the lips you can get.
And still feel so [F] alone.
And still feel related.
_ Stations in [Bb] some arena, [C] you're not a hit and run [F] driver, no, [Eb] no.
Racing away.
[G] You just picked up a hitch and drizzled around the white [C] lines on the [G] freeway. _
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_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ Saw a farmhouse burning [G] down.
In the middle of nowhere, in the middle of [C] the night, we roll right past [G] that tragedy.
Though it turned into some [F] roadhouse lights where a local band was playing.
Locals were up [C] kicking and shaking on the floor.
The next thing I [Eb] know, that coyote's at my [G] door.
He pins me in a corner, he won't [C] take no.
He drags me out on [F] 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 and leave [F] me on that way?
[G] You just picked up a hitch and drizzled around [C] the white lines on the freeway.
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_ [Eb] I looked a coyote right in the face.
[G] On the roads up Algeny, [C] near my old hometown, he went running through the whiskerweed.
[G] Chasing some [C] prize down, [F] and a hawk was playing with him.
Coyote was jumping straight up [C] and making passes.
In the [G] same [F] eyes just [Eb] like yours, under your [Dm] dark glasses.
_ Privately probing the public [C] rooms, peeking through keyholes [G] in number doors.
Where the players lick their [F] wounds and take their temporary lovers.
And [Bb] their pills and powders [C] to get them through this passion [G] play.
No [Dm] regrets [Eb] coyote, [Gm] I'd just get off a bogey.
[Dm] You just picked up a hitch and drizzled around [G] the white lines on [C] the [G] freeway.
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[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] Coyote's in the coffee [G] shop, staring a hole in his scrambled [C] legs.
He picks up my scent on his [G] fingers while he's watching the waitress's [F] legs.
This is too far from the Bay of Fundy.
From Appaloosas and [G] eagles and tides.
[F] And the air [Eb] conditioned cubicles [Bb] and the carbon [G] ribbon rides.
I'm spelling it out so [C] clear.
Either he's gonna have to [G] stand and fight or take off out of [F] here.
I tried to run away myself, to run away and wrestle with [C] my eagle.
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This flame, [G] you put her in this Eskimo.
In this hitcher, in this prisoner.
_ Of the fine white lines, of the white lines [C] on the _ _
_ [G] freeway.
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