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- From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu>
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- IDIOT WIND- Bob Dylan
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- Am B E
- Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press
- Am B E
- Whoever it is I wish they'd 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
- G#m A
- I can't help it if I'm lucky
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- 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
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- CHORUS #1:
- E A E
- 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
- You're an idiot babe, it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe
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- 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 war after losin' every battle
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- 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 you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes
- Blood on your saddle
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- 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
- You're an idiot, babe, it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe
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- 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
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- 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
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- 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
- You're an idiot, babe, it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe
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- 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
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- 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
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- 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
- We're idiots, babe, it's a wonder we can even feed ourselves
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- (from Blood On the Tracks, 1974)
- (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu)
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