Текст песни mitchell joni - coyote | guitar chord и Mp3
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Date: Tue, 5 Sep 1995 20:59:59 -1000From: Harlan L Thompson COYOTE- Joni MitchellTuning: C G D F C ECaddD Dm11/C CaddD Dm11/C CaddD Dm11/C CaddD Dm11/C Dm9/Eb Fmaj9/G Dm11/CNo regrets Coyote, we just come from such different sets of circumstance CaddD Dm11/C Am11/G GI`m up all night in the studio while you`re up early on your ranch Gm11/F F Gm11/F FYou`ll be brushing out a brood mare`s tail while the sun is ascending CaddD Dm11/C Dm9/EbAnd I`ll just be getting home with my reel to reel, there`s no comprehendingFmaj9/G CaddDJust 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 FLike stations in some relay, you`re not aCaddD Dm11/C Dm9/EbHit and run driver no, no, racing awayFmaj9/G CaddD Dm11/CYou just picked up a hitcher, a prisoner of the white lines on the freewayCaddD Dm11/C CaddD Dm11/C CaddD Dm11/C CaddD Dm11/CWe saw a farmhouse burning down, in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the nightAnd we rolled right past that tragedy, till we rolled into some roadhouse lightsWhere a local band was playin`, locals were kickin` and shakin` on the floorThe next thing I know that Coyote`s at my doorHe 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 slowNow he`s got a woman at home, he`s got another woman down the hallAnd he seems to want me anywayWhy`d you have to get so drunk and lead me on that wayYou just picked up a hitcher, a prisoner of the white lines on the freewayI looked the Coyote right in the face on the road to Baljennie near my old home townHe went runnin` through the whisker wheat, chasin` some prize downAnd a hawk was playin with him, Coyote was jumpin` straight up and makin` passesHe had those same eyes just like yours under your dark glassesPrivately probing the public rooms, peeking through keyholes in numbered doorsWhere the players lick their wounds and take their temporary loversAnd their pills and powders to get them through this passion playNo regrets Coyote, I just get off up awaysYou just picked up a hitcher, a prisoner of the white lines on the freewayCoyote`s in the coffee shop, he`s staring a hole in his scrambled eggsHe picks up my scent on his fingers while he`s watching the waitresses legsHe`s too far from the Bay of Fundy, Appaloosas and eagles and tidesAnd the air conditioned cubicles and the carbon ribbon rides Are spelling it out so clearEither he`s gonna have to stand and fight or take off out of hereI tried to run away myself, to run away and wrestle with my egoAnd with this flame, you put here in this EskimoIn this hitcher, in this prisoner, of the fine white linesOf the white lines on the free, free wayCHORDS: Dm11/C CaddD Dm9/Eb Fmaj9/G Am11/G G Gm11/F FE --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.