Joni Mitchell - Coyote Ukulele

[Verse 1]
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No regrets Coyote - we just come from such different sets of circumstance
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I'm up all night in the studio and you're up early on your ranch
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You'll be brushing out a brood mare's tail while the sun is ascending and 
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I'll just be getting home with my reel to reel,   there's no comprehending  
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How close to the bone and the skin and the eyes and the lips you can get
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And still feel so alone,  and still feel related
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Like stations in some relay, you're not a hit and run driver no no, racing away
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You just picked up a hitcher, a prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

[Verse 2]
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Saw a farmhouse burning down, in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night
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We rolled right past that tragedy,  till we turned into some roadhouse lights
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Where a local band was playin', locals were up kickin' and shakin' on the floor
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The next thing I know - that Coyote's at my door,  he pins me in the corner 
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and he won't take "No!"   He drags me out on the dance floor 
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And we're dancin' close and slow,  now he's got a woman at home, 
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He's got another woman down the hall and he seems to want me anyway
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Why'd you have to get so drunk and,  lead me on that way
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You just picked up a hitcher, a prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

[Verse 3]
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I looked the Coyote right in the face,  on the road to Baljennie near my old home
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Town,  he went runnin' through the whisker wheat,  chasin' some prize down
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And a hawk was playin with him, Coyote was jumpin' straight up and makin' passes
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He had those same eyes just like yours under your dark glasses, 
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Privately probing the public rooms, peeking through keyholes in numbered doors
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Where the players lick their wounds and take their temporary lovers 
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And their pills and powders to get them through this passion play
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No regrets Coyote, I just get off up aways,  
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You just picked up a hitcher, a prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

[Verse 4]
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Coyote's in the coffee shop, staring a hole in his scrambled eggs
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He picks up my scent on his fingers while he's watching the waitresses legs
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He's too far from the Bay of Fundy, from Appaloosas and eagles and tides  
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And the air conditioned cubicles and the carbon ribbon rides
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Are spelling it out so clear,  either he's gonna have to stand and fight 
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Or take off out of here,  I tried to run away myself,  to run away and wrestle 
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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 
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Free, free, way