Chords for Joni Mitchell & The Band - Coyote

Joni Mitchell. _ _ _ _ _
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_ [C] _ lips you can get.
[G] You still feel so alone.
[F] Still feel related like stations in some relay.
Oh [C] not a hit and run driver, no, [Eb] no.
Racing away.
_ [G] You just picked up a hitcher.
Driven around the white lines [C] on the freeway. _ _ _ _ _
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[Eb] You saw a farmhouse burning down.
[G] In the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night.
[C] We roll right past that tragedy.
[G] And we pulled into some roadhouse [F] lights where a local band was playing.
_ Locals are kicking and shaking on [C] the floor.
The next thing I know [Eb] that coyote's at my door.
[G] He pins me in a corner and he won't take no.
[C] He drags me out on the dance floor and [G] we're
dancing close and slow.
Now [F] he's got a woman at home.
He's got another woman down the hall.
He seems to want me [C] anyway.
Why'd you have to get so drunk [Eb] and lead me on that way?
[G] You just picked up a hitcher.
_ Prisoner of the white lines [C] on the freeway. _
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_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] Looked the coyote right in the face.
[G] On the road to Valgenny near my old [C] hometown.
He went running through the whiskerweed.
[G] Chasing some prize [F] down and a hawk was playing with him.
Coyote was jumping straight up and making [C] passes.
He had those same eyes just [Eb] like yours.
Under your dark [G] glasses.
Privately probing the public rooms.
[C] Kiki kooky holes in number [G] doors.
Where the players lay [F] their chipper and others.
And their pills and powders to get them through
[C] this passion play.
No regrets [Eb] coyote.
I just get off up a [G] wave.
You just ripped off a hitcher.
A prisoner of the [A] white lines [C] on the freeway. _ _ _ _ _
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_ [Eb] _ Coyote's in the coffee shop.
[G] Staring a hole in his scrambled [C] eggs.
Picks up my scent on his fingers.
[G] While he's washing away his [F] legs.
He's too far from the
pale Monday.
_ Hallucinating egos [C] and tides.
The air conditioned [Eb] cubicles and the carbon ribbon [G] rise.
Are spelling it out so clear.
[C] Either he's gonna have to stand and fight.
[G] Or take off out of here.
[F] _ Run away myself.
Run away and wrestle with [C] my ego.
_ [Eb] I'm with the flame.
_ [G] Put her in this Eskimo.
_ In this hitcher.
_ In this prisoner.
Of the fine [C] white lines.
Of the white lines. _
[C] On the _ _ _ freeway. _
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