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    BBob Dylan • Idiot Wind (аккорды и текст - chords & lyrics)


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    Видео «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
    
    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
    
    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
    
    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
    
    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
    
    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
    
    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
    
    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
    
    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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