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Som Am eone's got it in for me, th B ey're planting stories in the pr E  ess
Wh Am oever it is I wish they'd cut it out but w B hen they will I can only g E  uess
They s C#m ay I shot a ma G#m n named Gray and to F#m ok his wife to I E  taly
S C#m he inherited a m G#m illion bucks and w F#m hen she died it ca E  me to me
I can't he G#m lp it if I'm lu A  cky
 
 
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
I E diot wind, bl A owing every time you move your m E  outh
Blo A wing down the backroads headin'sou B  th
I E diot wind, blow A ing every time you move your t E  eeth
You're an idiot ba A be, it's a won B der that you still know how to br E  eathe
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
 
 
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
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
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
 
 
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
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
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
 
 
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
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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Dernière modification : 2007-11-15
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