Cm D G
Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press
Cm
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out
D D/C G D/F#
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 C6
I can't help it if I'm lucky.
Cm D D/C G
People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act
Cm D D/C G D/F#
Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts.
Em Bm Am G D/F#
Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at,
Em Bm Am G
I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that
Bm C6
Sweet lady.
G C G
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,
C D6 D7
Blowing down the backroads headin' south.
G C G
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
C
You're an idiot, babe.
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It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.
Cm D D/C
I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might
G
strike
Cm D D/C G
I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's like.
Em Bm Am G
There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door,
Em Bm Am
You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done, in the final end he
G
won the wars
Bm C6
After losin' every battle.
Cm D D/C G
I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are
Cm D D/C
Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin' me see
G D/F#
stars.
Em Bm Am G
You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies.
Em Bm Am G
One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' a - round your eyes,
Bm C6
Blood on your saddle.
G C G
Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,
C D6
Blowing through the curtains in your room.
G C G
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
C
You're an idiot, babe.
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It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.
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Cm D D/C G
It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us a - part
Cm D D/C
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't e - nough to change my
G D/F#
heart.
Em Bm Am G
Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have
stopped,
Em Bm Am G
What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the
top
Bm C6
You're on the bottom.
Cm D D/C G
I noticed at the ceremony, your cor - rupt ways had finally made you blind
Cm D D/C
I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes
G D/F#
don't look into mine.
Em Bm Am
The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the
G
building burned.
Em Bm Am
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the
G Bm C6
springtime turned slowly into autumn.
G C G
Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,
C D6 D7
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capit - ol.
G C G
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
C
You're an idiot, babe.
D D7 G C/G G C/G
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.
Cm D D/C G
I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read
Cm D D/C
Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I'd been somebody else
G D/F#
instead.
Dm Bm Am G
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,
Em Bm Am G
I followed you be - neath the stars, hounded by your memory
Bm C6
And all your ragin' glory.
Cm D D/C G
I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free,
Cm D D/C
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you
G D/F#
from me.
Em Bm Am G
You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,
Em Bm Am G
And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,
Bm C6
And it makes me feel so sorry.
G C G
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,
C D6 D7
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
G C G
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,
C
We're idiots, babe.
D D7 G C/G G C/G
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
