[ Предположительная тональность: C ] COYOTE- Joni Mitchell Tuning: C G D F C E CaddD Dm11/C CaddD Dm11/C CaddD Dm11/C CaddD Dm11/C Dm9/Eb F7M9/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 F7M9/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 F7M9/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 F7M9/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.