Coyote Chords

just play the Eb chord 665O4X and all will go well
 
 
 
 
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Eb
     No regrets Coyote
F/G                                                 Cadd9
    We just come from such different sets of circum stance
                        Cadd9
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
                 Cadd9                              Eb
And I'll just be       getting home with my reel-to-reel
 
There's no comprehending
F/G                                                 Cadd9
    Just how close to the bone and the skin and the eyes
 
And the lips you can get
G
  And still feel so alone
F
   And still feel related
 
Like stations in some relay
             Cadd9
You're not a       hit and run driver no no
Eb
    Racing away
F6/G
     You just picked up a hitcher
 
A prisoner of the white lines on the
 
 
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freeway
 
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[Verse 2]
Eb
     We saw a farmhouse burning down
F/G
     In the middle of nowhere
 
In the middle of the night
       Cadd9
And we rolled right past that tragedy
G
  Till we turned into some road house lights
F
  Where a local band was playing
                                          Cadd9
Locals were up kicking and shaking on the floor
 
And the next thing I know
Eb
   That coyote's at my door
F/G
    He pins me in a corner and he won't take no
Cadd9
      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
                           Cadd9
He seems to want me anyway
                      F/G
Why'd you have to get so drunk
Eb
     And lead me on that way
F6/G
You just picked up a hitcher
 
A prisoner of the white lines on the
 
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[Verse 3]
Eb
    I looked a coyote right in the face
F/G                                           Cadd9
    On the road to Baljennie near my old home town
 
He went running thru the whisker wheat
G
   Chasing some prize down
F
  And a hawk was playing with him
                                                Cadd9
Coyote was jumping straight up and making passes
                  F/G
He had those same eyes just like yours
Eb
   Under your dark glasses
F6/G                                    Cadd9
     Privately probing the public rooms
 
And peeking thru keyholes in numbered doors
G
  Where the players lick their wounds
               F
And take their temporary lovers
                                                  Cadd9         F/G
And their pills and powders to get them thru this passion play
                      Eb
   No regrets Coyote
 
I just get off up aways
F6/G
You just picked up a hitcher
 
A prisoner of the white lines on the
 
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[Verse 4]
Eb
   Coyote's in the coffee shop
F/G                                           Cadd9
    He's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs
 
He picks up my scent on his fingers
           G
While he's   watching the waitresses' legs
      F
He's  too far from the Bay of Fundy
                                    Cadd9   F/G
From appaloosas and eagles and tides
                                Eb
And the air conditioned cubicles
 
And the carbon ribbon rides
F/G
   Are spelling it out so clear
                     C                 G
Either he's going to have to stand and fight
 
Or take off out of here
F
  I tried to run away myself
                                Cadd9  F/G
To run away and wrestle with my ego
Eb
    And with this flame
F6/G
     You put here in this Eskimo
 
In this hitcher
 
In this prisoner
 
Of the fine white lines
                          Cadd9          F/G
Of the white lines on the free, free way
 
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