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[ Idiot Wind von Bob Dylan ]


 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


   Am                         B                               E
People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act 
   Am                         B                               E
Their minds are filled with big ideas, Images and distorted facts  
      C#m           G#m                F#m             E
Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at 
     C#m           G#m            F#m            E
I couldn't believe after all these years
          G#m            A
You didn't know me better than that, sweet lady 


Chorus 1:
 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             B                                E
You're an idiot babe, it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe 


   Am                         B                               E
I ran into the fortune teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike 
   Am                         B                               E
I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's like  
      C#m           G#m                F#m             E
There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door
          C#m           G#m                F#m             E
You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done
          G#m            A
In the final end he won the war after losin' every battle 


   Am                         B                               E
I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are 
   Am                         B                               E
Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars  
      C#m           G#m                F#m             E
You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies  
        C#m           G#m                F#m             E
One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes
          G#m            A
Blood on your saddle 


Chorus 2:
 E            A                               E
Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb
   A                                 B
Blowing through the curtains in your room  
 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 


   Am                         B                               E
It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart 
   Am                         B                               E
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart  
      C#m           G#m                F#m             E
Now everything's a little upside down as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped
       C#m           G#m                F#m             E
What's good is bad, what's bad is good
          G#m            A
You'll find out when you reach the top, you're on the bottom 


   Am                                 B                                       E
I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind 
   Am                              B                                                  E
I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed your eyes don't look into mine  
      C#m           G#m                F#m             E
The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone faced while the building burned  
         C#m           G#m                F#m             E
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees
          G#m            A
While the springtime turned slowly into autumn 


Chorus 3:
 E            A                               E
Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull
   A                                 B
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol  
 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 


   Am                         B                               E
I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read 
   Am                         B                               E                                         C#m
Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was somebody else instead
           G#m                F#m             E
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy
         C#m           G#m                F#m             E
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory 
          G#m            A
And all your ragin' glory 


   Am                         B                               E
I been double crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free
   Am                         B                               E
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me  
      C#m           G#m                F#m             E
You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above
         C#m           G#m                F#m             E
And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love
          G#m            A
And it makes me feel so sorry 


Chorus 4:
 E            A                               E
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats
   A                                 B
Blowing through the letters that we wrote
 E            A                               E
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves
                  A             B                                E
We're idiots, babe, it's a wonder we can even feed ourselves .
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