^Bb5No regrets Coyote ^Dm9We just come from such different sets of circumstance ^Cadd9I'm up all night in the studi^Csus4os ^Csus4And you're up ^Gearly on your ranch ^FYou'll be brushing out a broodmare's tail ^FWhile the sun is ascending, and I'll just be ^Cadd9Getting home with my reel to ree^Csus4l ^Bb5There's no comprehending ^Dm9Just how close to the bone and the skin and the ^Cadd9eyes ^Cadd9And the lips you can ge^Csus4t ^GAnd still feel so alone ^FAnd still feel related ^FLike stations in some relay ^FYou're not a ^Cadd9hit and run driver no^Csus4 no ^Bb5Racing away ^Dm9You just picked up a hitcher ^Dm9A prisoner of the white lines on the ^Cadd9freeway

^Bb5We saw a farmhouse burning down ^Dm9In the middle of nowhere ^Dm9In the middle of the night ^Cadd9And we rolled right past that trage^Csus4dy ^GTill we turned into some road house lights ^FWhere a local band was playing ^FLocals were up kicking and shaking on the ^Cadd9floor ^Cadd9And the next thing I kn^Csus4ow ^Bb5That coyote's at my door ^Dm9He pins me in a corner and he won't take no ^Cadd9He drags me out on the dance ^Csus4floor ^GAnd we're dancing close and slow ^FNow he's got a woman at home ^FHe's got another woman down the hall ^FHe seems to want me anyway ^Cadd9Why'd you have to get so d^Csus4runk ^Bb5And lead me on that way ^Dm9You just picked up a hitcher ^Dm9A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

^Bb5I looked a coyote right in the face ^Dm9On the road to Baljennie near my old home ^Cadd9town ^Cadd9He went running thru the whisker w^Csus4heat ^GChasing some prize down ^FAnd a hawk was playing with him ^FCoyote was jumping straight up and making p^Cadd9asses ^Cadd9He had those same eyes just like y^Csus4ours ^Bb5Under your dark glasses ^Dm9Privately probing the public rooms ^Cadd9And peeking thru keyholes in numbered ^Csus4doors ^GWhere the players lick their wounds ^GAnd take their ^Ftemporary lovers ^FAnd their pills and powders to get them thru this ^Cadd9passion play^{Csus4 Csus4}No regrets Coyote ^Bb5I just get off up aways ^Dm9You just picked up a hitcher ^Dm9A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

^Bb5Coyote's in the coffee shop ^Dm9He's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs ^Cadd9He picks up my scent on his f^Csus4ingers ^GWhile he's watching the waitresses' legs ^FHe's too far from the Bay of Fundy ^FFrom appaloosas and eagles and tides ^Cadd9And the air conditioned cub^Csus4icles ^Bb5And the carbon ribbon rides ^Dm9Are spelling it out so clear ^Cadd9Either he's going to have to stand and ^Csus4fight ^GOr take off out of here ^FI tried to run away myself ^FTo run away and wrestle with my ^Cadd9ego ^{Csus4 Bb5}And with this flame ^Dm9You put here in this Eskimo ^Dm9In this hitcher ^Dm9In this prisoner ^Dm9Of the fine white lines ^Dm9Of the white lines on the ^Cadd9free free ^Csus4way

^Cadd9Cadd9 ^Csus4Csus4 (^Bb5x8 un^Dm9til fade out)