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Date: 	Tue, 5 Sep 1995 20:59:59 -1000
From: Harlan L Thompson 

COYOTE- Joni Mitchell

Tuning: C G D F C E

CaddD Dm11/C  CaddD Dm11/C   CaddD Dm11/C  CaddD Dm11/C

 Dm9/Eb             Fmaj9/G                                    Dm11/C
No regrets Coyote, we just come from such different sets of circumstance
    CaddD                     Dm11/C           Am11/G         G
I'm up all night in the studio while you're up early on your ranch
        Gm11/F            F                 Gm11/F            F
You'll be brushing out a brood mare's tail while the sun is ascending
                  CaddD               Dm11/C       Dm9/Eb
And I'll just be getting home with my reel to reel, there's no comprehending
Fmaj9/G                                           CaddD
Just how close to the bone and the skin and the eyes and the lips
       Dm11/C  Am11/G          G     Gm11/F           F
You can get and still feel so alone, and still feel related
Gm11/F                      F
Like stations in some relay, you're not a
CaddD             Dm11/C   Dm9/Eb
Hit and run driver no, no, racing away
Fmaj9/G                                                             CaddD   Dm11/C
You just picked up a hitcher, a prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

CaddD Dm11/C  CaddD Dm11/C   CaddD Dm11/C  CaddD Dm11/C

We saw a farmhouse burning down, in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night
And we rolled right past that tragedy, till we rolled into some roadhouse lights
Where a local band was playin', locals were kickin' and shakin' on the floor
The next thing I know that Coyote's at my door
He pins me in the corner and he won't take "No!"
He drags me out on the dance floor and we're dancin' close and slow
Now he's got a woman at home, he's got another woman down the hall
And he seems to want me anyway
Why'd you have to get so drunk and lead me on that way
You just picked up a hitcher, a prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

I looked the Coyote right in the face on the road to Baljennie near my old home town
He went runnin' through the whisker wheat, chasin' some prize down
And a hawk was playin with him, Coyote was jumpin' straight up and makin' passes
He had those same eyes just like yours under your dark glasses
Privately probing the public rooms, peeking through keyholes in numbered doors
Where the players lick their wounds and take their temporary lovers
And their pills and powders to get them through this passion play
No regrets Coyote, I just get off up aways
You just picked up a hitcher, a prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

Coyote's in the coffee shop, he's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs
He picks up my scent on his fingers while he's watching the waitresses legs
He's too far from the Bay of Fundy, Appaloosas and eagles and tides
And the air conditioned cubicles and the carbon ribbon rides
Are spelling it out so clear
Either he's gonna have to stand and fight or take off out of here
I tried to run away myself, to run away and wrestle 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 free, free way

CHORDS:
  Dm11/C CaddD  Dm9/Eb  Fmaj9/G Am11/G  G  Gm11/F   F
E --0------0------0-------0-------7-----7-----5-----5-----
C --0------2------0-------0-------7-----7-----5-----5-----
F --0------2------0-------2-------7-----9-----5-----7-----
D --0------2------0-------3-------7-----9-----5-----7-----
G --0------0------5-------0-------7-----7-----5-----5-----
C --0------0------3---------------7-----7-----5-----5-----

NOTE: This is just a cleaned up, lyrics added version of what Howard
Wright posted before.