IDIOT WIND

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Am Bsus4 B E Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press Am Bsus4 B E Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out quick but when they will I can only guess. C#m G#m A E They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy, C#m G#m A E She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me. G#m B I can't help it if I'm lucky. People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts. Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at, I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that Sweet lady. E A E Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth, A B Blowing down the back-roads headin' south. E A E Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth, A You're an idiot, babe. B E It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe. I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's like. There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door, You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars After losin' every battle. I woke up on the roadside, day-dreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars. You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies. One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes, Blood on your saddle. Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb, Blowing through the curtains in your room. Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth, You're an idiot, babe. It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe. It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart. Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped, What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top You're on the bottom. I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes don't look into mine. The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building burned. I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime turned Slowly into autumn. Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull, From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol. Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth, You're an idiot, babe. It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe. I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was somebody else instead. Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy, I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory And all your ragin' glory. I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free, I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me. You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above, And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love, And it makes me feel so sorry. Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats, Blowing through the letters that we wrote. Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves, We're idiots, babe. It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves. HARD RAIN VERSION Cm D G Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press Cm D G C Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out quick but when they will I can only guess. Em Bm Am G They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy, Em Bm Am G She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me. Bm C I can't help it if I'm lucky. People see me all the time, I guess they just can't remember how to act Their minds are filled with false ideas, images and distorted facts. Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at, I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that Sweet lady. G C G Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth, C D7 Blowing down the back-roads headin' south. G C G Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth, C You're an idiot, babe. D7 G It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe. I ran into the fortune-teller, she said beware of lightning that might strike I haven't known about peace and quiet now for so long I don't even remember what it's like. There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door, You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars After losin' every battle. I woke up on the roadside, day-dreamin' 'bout the way things really are Visions of your smokin' tongue shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars. You hurt the ones that I love best and then cover up the truth with lies. One day you'll be in the grave, flies buzzin' around your eyes, Blood on your saddle. Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb, Blowing through the curtains in your room. Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth, You're an idiot, babe. It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe. It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart You tamed the lion in my cage but it wasn't enough to change my heart. Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped, What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top You're on the bottom. I noticed at the ceremony, that your corrupt ways had finally made you blind I can't recall your face anymore, your mouth has changed and your eyes don't look into mine. The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building burned. I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime turned Slowly into autumn. Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull, From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol. Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth, You're an idiot, babe. It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe. I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the clothes you wear Every time I come into your door, you leave me standing in the middle of the air. Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy, I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory And all your ragin' glory. I been double-crossed now for the very last time and I think I finally see, I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me. You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above, And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love, And it makes me feel so sorry. Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats, Blowing through the letters that we wrote. Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves, We're idiots, babe. It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves. THE BOOTLEG SERIES VOL. 1-3 VERSION Am Bsus4 B E Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press Am Bsus4 B E Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out, or when they will I can only guess. C#m G#m A E They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy, C#m G#m A E She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me. G#m B I can't help it if I'm lucky. People see me all the time, and they just can't remember how to act Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts. Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at, I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that Sweet lady. E A E Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth, A B Going down the back-roads headin' south. E A E Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth, A You're an idiot, babe. B E It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe. `I threw the I-Ching yesterday, it said there'd be some thunder at the well. I haven't tasted peace and quiet for so long it seems like living hell. There's a lone soldier on the hill, watchin' falling raindrops pour. You'd never know it to look at him, but at the final shot he won the war After losin' every battle.` I woke up on the roadside, day-dreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are `Hoofbeats pounding in my head at break-neck speed and making me see stars.` You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies. One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes, Blood on your saddle. Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb, Blowing through the curtains in your room. Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth, You're an idiot, babe. It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe. It was gravity which pulled us in and destiny which broke us apart You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart. Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped, What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top You're on the bottom. I noticed at the ceremony, that you left your bags behind `The driver came in after you left, he gave them all to me, and then he resigned.` The priest wore black on the seventh day and waltzed around while the building burned. `You didn't trust me for a minute, babe. I've never known the spring to turn` So quickly into autumn. Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your jaw, From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Mardi Gras. Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth, You're an idiot, babe. It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe. `We pushed each other a little too far, and one day it just turned into a raging storm. A hound dog bayed behind your trees as I was packing up my uniform. I figured I'd lost you anyway, Why go on? What's the use? In order to get in a word with you, I'd have had to come up with some excuse. It just struck me kinda funny.` I been double-crossed too much, at times I think I've almost lost my mind, `Lady-killers load ice on me behind my back, while imitators steal me blind` `You close your eyes and part your lips, and slip your fingers from your glove` `You can have the best there is, but it's gonna cost you all your love,` You won't get it money. Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats, Blowing through the letters that we wrote. Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves, We're idiots, babe. It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves. Copyright � 1974 Ram's Horn Music