Chords for Joni Mitchell - Coyote (The Last Waltz)

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Joni Mitchell .
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it's coyote [G] we just come from such difference at the [C] circumstance I'm up all night in the studio.
[G] Early on your.
[F] Russian out of rude near steel while the Sun is ascending.
[C] I'll just be getting home with my real [Eb] career.
No comprehend.
[G] They just how close to the bone in the [C] skin and the eyes.
And the lips you can get.
You [G] still feel so [Bb] alone.
And still [F] feel related.
[Bb] like [F] stations in some.
[C] Hit and run driver no [Eb] no racing away.
[G] You just [C] pick up a hitcher.
[G] prisoner of the [C] white line freeway.
You .
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[Eb] saw a farmhouse burning down.
[G] In the middle of nowhere in the middle of the [C] night.
All right past that tragedy.
Here we [G] pulled into some roadhouse [Bb] lights [F] where a local band was playing.
Locals were a kickin and shakin [C] on the floor the next thing I know.
[Eb] That coyotes at my [G] door.
He pins me in a corner, and it won't take [C] 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 want [C] me anyway.
Why'd you have to get so [Eb] drunk?.
Lead me [C] on that way.
[G] You just [C] pick up a [G] hitcher.
Prisoner of the white [C] lines on the freeway.
Looked .
[Eb] at coyote right in the [G] face.
On the road to belgium in my old [C] hometown.
He went running through the whiskers we.
[G] Chasing some prize [F] down and a hawk was playing with him.
Coyote was jumping straight up and [C] making passes.
It was a nice [Eb] just like yours under your dark [G] glasses.
Privately probing the public [C] rooms and peeking through keyholes in number.
[G] where the players.
[Bb] [F] And their pills and powders to get [C] them through this fashion, please.
No [Eb] regrets coyote.
I just get off up a ways.
[G] You just picked up a hitcher a prisoner of the white lines.
[C] on the freeway .
Coyotes .
[Eb] in the coffee shop.
[G] Staring a hole in [C] his scrambled eggs.
He picks up my scent on his finger.
While he's [G] watching the waitresses [F] late.
He's too far from the Bay of Monday.
and apples and [C] eagles and tide.
the air [Eb]-conditioned cubicles.
And the carbon ribbon [C] rise are spelling it out.
So clear either.
He's gonna have to stand and fight.
[G] Or take off out of [F] here.
To run away myself.
To run away and wrestle with [C] my ego.
[Eb] And with this flame.
[G] You put her in this eskimo.
In this hitcher.
in this [C] prisoner.
of the fine white lines.
[G] of the [C] white lines.
On the free Free .
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