Coyote

Lời bài hát kèm hợp âm cùng dòng

[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[C]No regrets, coyote
[E]We just come from such
different sets of circum[A]stance
I'm up all night in the studios
[D]And you're [E]up early on your ranch
[D]You'll be brushing out a
brood mare's tail
While the sun is ascending
And I'll just [A]be getting home
with my reel to reel
[C]There's no comprehending
[E]Just how close to the bone
and the skin and the [A]eyes
And the lips you can [D]get
[E]And still feel so alone
[D]And still feel related
Like stations in some relay
You're not [A]a,
a hit and run driver, no, no
[C]Racing away
[E]You just picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white lines on the
[A]freeway[D][A][D]
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[Verse 2]
[C]We saw a farmhouse burning down
[E]In the middle of nowhere
In the middle of the night
[A]We rolled right past
that trag[D]edy
[E]'Til we turned down
to some road house lights
[D]Where a local band was playing
Locals were up kicking and
shaking on the [A]floor
And the next thing I know
[C]That coyote's at my door
[E]He pins me in a corner
and he won't take no
[A]Drags me out on the dance flo[D]or
And [E]we're dancing close and slow
Now he's [D]got a woman at home
He's got another woman down the hall
He seems to want me anyway
[A]Why'd you have to
get so drunk
[C]And lead me on that way
[E]You just picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white lines on the
[A]freeway[D][A][D]
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[Verse 3]
[C]I looked a coyote right in the face
[E]On the road to Baljennie,
near my old home [A]town
He went running thru the whisker [D]wheat
[E]Chasing some prize down
[D]And a hawk was playing with him
[D]Coyote was jumping straight up
and making pass[A]es
He had those same eyes
just like [C]yours
Under your dark glasses
[E]Privately probing the public rooms
[A]And peeking through keyholes
in [D]numbered doors
[E]Where the players
lick their wounds
And [D]take their temporary lovers
And their pills and powders
To get them through this [A]passion play
No regrets, coyote
[C]I just get off up always
[E]You just picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white lines on the
[A]freeway[D][A][D]
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[Verse 4]
[C]Coyote's in in the coffee shop
[E]He's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs
[A]He picks up my scent on his fin[D]gers
While [E]he's watching
the waitresses' legs
He's [D]too far from the Bay of Fundy
From appaloosas
and eagles and [A]tides
And the air conditioned cu[C]bicles
And the carbon ribbon rides
[E]Are spelling it out so clear
[A]Either he's going to have to
stand and [D]fight
[E]Or take off out of here
[D]I tried to run away myself
To run away and wrestle
with my [A]e- go
With [C]this, this flame
You [E]put here in this Eskimo
In this hitcher
In this [E]prisoner
Of the fine white [E]lines
Of the white lines on the
[A]free, [D]free[A] way

[Outro 1]
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