Joni Mitchell – Coyote (Ukulele)
Key
-
Versions
(5)
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Speed:
1.0x
Chords
[Verse 1]
Eb G C5 No regrets Coyote - we just come from such different sets of circumstance G I'm up all night in the studio and you're up early on your ranch F You'll be brushing out a brood mare's tail while the sun is ascending and C5 Eb G I'll just be getting home with my reel to reel, there's no comprehending C5 G How close to the bone and the skin and the eyes and the lips you can get F And still feel so alone, and still feel related C5 Eb G Like stations in some relay, you're not a hit and run driver no no, racing away C G (x4) You just picked up a hitcher, a prisoner of the white lines on the freeway
[Verse 2]
Eb G C5 Saw a farmhouse burning down, in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night G We rolled right past that tragedy, till we turned into some roadhouse lights F C5 Where a local band was playin', locals were up kickin' and shakin' on the floor Eb G The next thing I know - that Coyote's at my door, he pins me in the corner C5 and he won't take "No!" He drags me out on the dance floor G F And we're dancin' close and slow, now he's got a woman at home, C5 He's got another woman down the hall and he seems to want me anyway Eb Why'd you have to get so drunk and, lead me on that way G C G (x4) You just picked up a hitcher, a prisoner of the white lines on the freeway
[Verse 3]
Eb G C5 I looked the Coyote right in the face, on the road to Baljennie near my old home G Town, he went runnin' through the whisker wheat, chasin' some prize down F C5 And a hawk was playin with him, Coyote was jumpin' straight up and makin' passes Eb G He had those same eyes just like yours under your dark glasses, C5 Privately probing the public rooms, peeking through keyholes in numbered doors G F Where the players lick their wounds and take their temporary lovers C5 And their pills and powders to get them through this passion play Eb No regrets Coyote, I just get off up aways, G C G (x4) You just picked up a hitcher, a prisoner of the white lines on the freeway
[Verse 4]
Eb G Coyote's in the coffee shop, staring a hole in his scrambled eggs C5 G He picks up my scent on his fingers while he’s watching the waitresses legs F C5 He's too far from the Bay of Fundy, from Appaloosas and eagles and tides Eb G And the air conditioned cubicles and the carbon ribbon rides C5 Are spelling it out so clear, either he's gonna have to stand and fight G F Or take off out of here, I tried to run away myself, to run away and wrestle C5 Eb G With my ego and with this flame, you put here in this Eskimo, in this hitcher
In this prisoner, of the fine white lines, of the white lines on the
C G C G Eb G C G (x4) C Free, free, way