Idiot wind (video) (midi)

Cm

1. Someone's got it in for me,

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they're planting stories in the press.

Cm

Whoever it is I wish, they'd cut it out quick,

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but when they will I can only guess.

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They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy

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she inherited a million bucks and when she died they came to me,

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I can't help it if I'm lucky.

Cm

2. People see me all the time

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and they just can't remember how to act,

Cm

their minds are filled with big ideas,

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images and distorted facts

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Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at,

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I couldn't believe after all these years

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you didn't know me any better than that, sweet lady.

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Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,

C D

blowing down the backroads headin' south.

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Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,

G C

you're an idiot, babe,

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it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

Cm

3. I ran into the fortune teller,

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who said beware of lightning that might strike.

Cm

I haven't known peace and quiet

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for so long I can't remember what it's like.

Em Bm

There's a lone soldier on the cross,

Am G

smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door,

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you didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done,

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in the final end he won the war after losin' every battle.

Cm

4. I woke up on the roadside,

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daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are.

Cm

Visions of your chestnut mare

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shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars.

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You hurt the ones that I love best, and cover up the truth with lies,

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one day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes,

Bm C

blood on your saddle.

G C G

Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,

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blowing through the curtains in your room.

G C G

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,

G C

you're an idiot, babe,

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it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

Cm

5. It was gravity which pulled us down

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and destiny which broke us apart.

Cm

You tamed the lion in my cage,

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but it just wasn't enough to change my heart.

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Now everything's a little upside down

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as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped.

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What's good is bad, what's bad is good

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you'll find out when you reach the top, you're on the bottom.

Cm

6. I noticed at the ceremony,

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your corrupt ways had finally made you blind.

Cm

I can't remember your face anymore,

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your mouth has changed, your eyes don't look into mine.

Em Bm

The priest wore black on the seventh day,

Am G

and sat stone faced while the building burned,

Em Bm

I waited for you on the running boards,

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near the cypress trees while the springtime turned

Bm C

slowly into autumn.

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Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,

C D

from the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol.

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Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,

G C

you're an idiot, babe,

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it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

Cm

7. I can't feel you anymore,

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I can't even touch the books you've read.

Cm

Every time I crawl past your door,

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I been wishin' I was somebody else instead.

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Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,

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I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory,

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and all your ragin' glory.

Cm

8. I been double crossed now

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for the very last time and now I'm finally free,

Cm

I kissed goodbye the howling beast

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on the borderline which separated you from me.

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You'll never know the hurt I suffered, nor the pain I rise above,

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and I'll never know the same about you,

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your holiness or your kind of love and it makes me feel so sorry.

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Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats

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blowing through the letters that we wrote.

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Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,

G C

we're idiots, babe,

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it's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.

+ instrumental = verse 8 ......

(Bob Dylan)