Тональность: C major
Intro 1
C
Gsus4
C
Gsus4
C
Dm
C
Eb
Verse 1
Eb
Gsus4
No regrets Coyote
C
We just come from such different
sets of circumstance
I'm up all night in the studios
Gsus4
G
And you're up early on your ranch
F
You'll be brushing out a
brood mare's tail
While the sun is ascending
C
And I'll just be getting home
Eb
with my reel to reel
Gsus4
There's no comprehending
C
Just how close to the bone and
Gsus4
C
the skin and the eyes
And the lips you can get
G
F
And still feel so alone
And still feel related
Like stations in some relay
C
You're not a hit and run driver,
Gsus4
Racing away
C
You just picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white lines
Csus4
Eb
on the freeway
Gsus4
We saw a farmhouse burning down
In the middle of nowhere
C
In the middle of the night
Gsus4
C
And we rolled right
past that tragedy
Gsus4
G
Till we turned into
some road house lights
F
Where a local band was playing
Locals were up kicking and
C
shaking on the floor
Eb
And the next thing I know
Dm
That Coyote's at my door
Gsus4
He pins me in a corner and
He drags me out on the dance floor
Gsus4
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
C
He seems to want me anyway
Why'd you have to get so drunk
Eb
Gsus4
G
And lead me on that way
Gsus4
C
You just picked up a hitcher
Gsus4
G
C
Gsus4
F
A prisoner of the white lines of the free
C
Gsus4
F
Gsus4
C
F
C
way
Eb
I looked a Coyote right in
Gm
Gsus4
the face
C
On the road to Baljennie near
my old home town
He went running through the
Gsus4
whisker wheat
G
Chasing some prize down
F
And a hawk was playing with him
Coyote was jumping straight
C
up and making passes
He had those same eyes
Eb
- just like yours
Gsus4
Under your dark glasses
C
Gsus4
C
Privately probing the public rooms
And peeking through keyholes
in numbered doors
F
G
Where the players lick
their wounds
F
And take their temporary lovers
And their pills and powders to get
C
them through this passion play
Eb
No regrets, Coyote
F
Gsus4
I just get off up aways
C
You just picked up a hitcher
Gsus4
C
A prisoner of the white lines
Gsus4
C
Eb
on the freeway
Coyote's in the coffee shop
Gsus4
G
C
He's staring a hole
in his scrambled eggs
He picks up my scent on his fingers
Gsus4
G
While he's watching
the waitresses' legs
F
He's too fat from the Bay of Fundy
C
From Appaloosas and Eagles and tides
And the air conditioned cubicles
Gsus4
C
Gsus4
And the carbon ribbon rides
C
Gsus4
C
Are spelling it out so clear
Either he's going to have
to stand and fight
Gsus4
G
Or take off out of here
F
I tried to run away myself
C
To run away and wrestle with my ego
And with this flame
Eb
You put here in this Eskimo
F
C
In this hitcher
In this prisoner
Of the fine white lines
Gsus4
C
Gsus4
Of the white lines on the free,
Outro 1
C
Gsus4
C
C
C
Eb
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