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From:_Harlan_L_Thompson_
IDIOT_WIND-_Bob_Dylan
___Am_________________________B_______________________________E
Someones_got_it_in_for_me,_theyre_planting_stories_in_the_press_
__Am________________________________________B_________________________E
Whoever_it_is_I_wish_theyd_cut_it_out_but_when_they_will_I_can_only_guess
______C#m___________G#m________________F#m_____________E
They_say_I_shot_a_man_named_Gray_and_took_his_wife_to_Italy
_C#m_____________G#m_______________F#m_______________E
She_inherited_a_million_bucks_and_when_she_died_it_came_to_me
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I_cant_help_it_if_Im_lucky
People_see_me_all_the_time_and_they_just_cant_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_couldnt_believe_after_all_these_years
You_didnt_know_me_better_than_that,_sweet_lady_
CHORUS_#1:
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Idiot_wind,_blowing_every_time_you_move_your_mouth
___A_________________________________B
Blowing_down_the_backroads_headin_south__
_E______________A_____________________________E
Idiot_wind,_blowing_every_time_you_move_your_teeth
__________________A_____________B________________________________E
Youre_an_idiot_babe,_its_a_wonder_that_you_still_know_how_to_breathe_
I_ran_into_the_fortune_teller,_who_said_beware_of_lightning_that_might_
strike_
I_havent_known_peace_and_quiet_for_so_long_I_cant_remember_what_its_
like__Theres_a_lone_soldier_on_the_cross,_smoke_pourin_out_of_a_boxcar_door
You_didnt_know_it,_you_didnt_think_it_could_be_done
In_the_final_end_he_won_the_war_after_losin_every_battle_
I_woke_up_on_the_roadside,_daydreamin_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_youll_be_in_the_ditch,_flies_buzzin_around_your_eyes
Blood_on_your_saddle_
CHORUS_#2:
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
Youre_an_idiot,_babe,_its_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_wasnt_enough_to_change_my_
heart__
Now_everythings_a_little_upside_down
As_a_matter_of_fact_the_wheels_have_stopped
Whats_good_is_bad,_whats_bad_is_good
Youll_find_out_when_you_reach_the_top,_youre_on_the_bottom_
I_noticed_at_the_ceremony,_your_corrupt_ways_had_finally_made_you_blind_
I_cant_remember_your_face_anymore,_your_mouth_has_changed
Your_eyes_dont_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_
CHORUS_#3:
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
Youre_an_idiot,_babe,_its_a_wonder_that_you_still_know_how_to_breathe_
I_cant_feel_you_anymore,_I_cant_even_touch_the_books_youve_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_Im_finally_free
I_kissed_goodbye_the_howling_beast_on_the_borderline
Which_separated_you_from_me__
Youll_never_know_the_hurt_I_suffered_nor_the_pain_I_rise_above
And_Ill_never_know_the_same_about_you,_your_holiness_or_your_kind_of_love
And_it_makes_me_feel_so_sorry_
CHORUS_#4:
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
Were_idiots,_babe,_its_a_wonder_we_can_even_feed_ourselves_
(from_Blood_On_the_Tracks,_1974)
(sent_by_Harlan_at_
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