Tuning: E A D G B E

[Chords used:] D/C x-3-x-2-3-2 G/F# 2-x-0-0-0(3) C6 x-3-2-2-1-0 C/D x-x-0-0-1-0 C/G 3-x-2-0-1-0 Idiot Wind - Bob Dylan (original Lyrics) [Verse]

^CmSomeone's got it in for me, ^Dthey're planting stories in the ^Gpress ^CmWhoever it is I wish they'd cut it out but ^Dwhen they will^D/C I can only ^Gguess. ^G/F# They ^Emsay I shot a ^Bmman named Gray, too^Amk his wife to Ita^Gly, ^EmShe inherited a ^Bmmillion bucks and ^Amwhen she died it ^Gcame to me. I can't ^Bmhelp it if I'm ^C6lucky.

^Cm People see me all the time and ^Dthey just can't re^D/Cmember how to ^Gact ^CmTheir minds are filled with big ideas, ^Dimages^D/C and distorted f^Gacts. ^G/F# ^EmEven you, ^Bmyesterday you ^Amhad to ask me ^Gwhere it was at,^G/F# I ^Emcouldn't believe after ^Bmall these years, ^Amyou didn't know me any ^Gbetter than that ^Bm Sweet ^C6lady.

[Chorus]

^GIdiot wind, ^Cblowing every time you move your ^Gmouth, ^CBlowing down the backroads headin' ^C/Dsouth. ^GIdiot wind, ^Cblowing every time you move your ^Gteeth, You're an ^Gidiot, ^Cbabe. It's a ^Dwonder that you s^D7till know how to ^Gbreathe. ^C/G ^G ^C/G

[Verse]

^CmI threw the I ching yesterday, it s^Daid there'd be^D/C some thunder at the ^Gwell ^CmI haven't tasted peace and quiet^D for so long it seems ^D/Clike living hell ^G There's a l^Emone soldier o^Bmn the hill, w^Amatching falling raindro^Gps kill ^EmYou never know it, to lo^Bmok at him ^AmAt the final shot he^G won the war After ^Bmlosin' every ^C6battle.

^CmI woke up on the roadside, ^Ddaydreamin' 'bout the ^D/Cway things sometimes ^Gare ^Cmhoofbeats pounding in my head, at br^Deakneck speed And maki^D/Cn' me see star^Gs. ^G/F# You ^Emhurt the ones that ^BmI love best and ^Amcover up the ^Gtruth with lies. ^EmOne day you'll be ^Bmin the ditch, ^Amflies buzzin' a^Ground your eyes, ^BmBlood on your s^C6addle.

[Chorus]

^GIdiot wind, ^Cblowing through the flowers on your ^Gtomb, ^CBlowing through the curtains in your ^C/Droom. ^GIdiot wind, ^Cblowing every time you move your ^Gteeth, You're an ^Gidiot, ^Cbabe. It's a ^D6wonder that you still know how to ^Gbreathe. ^C/G ^G ^C/G

[Verse]

It ^Cmwas gravity which pulled us in and de^Dstiny which br^D/Coke us apa^Grt ^CmYou tamed the lion in my cage But ^Dit just wasn't e^D/Cnough to change my ^Gheart. ^G/F# Now ^Emeverything's a little ^Bmupside down As a ^Ammatter of fact the ^Gwheels have stopped, What's ^Emgood is bad, what's ^Bmbad is good ^AmYou'll find out when you ^Greach the top ^BmYou're on the ^C6bottom.

^CmI noticed at the ceremony, that yo^Du left your bag^D/Cs behind ^G ^CmThe driver came in after you left He gav^De 'em all to me and the^D/Cn he resigned ^G ^G/F# ^EmThe priest wore black on the ^Bmseventh day And ^Amwaltzed around while the b^Guilding burned. Yo^Emu didn't trust me for ^Bma minute babe I've neve^Amr known the spring to tur^Gn ^Bmso quickly into au^C6tumn.

[Chorus]

^GIdiot wind, ^Cblowing every time you move your^G jaw, From the ^CGrand Coulee Dam to the Mar^C/Ddi Gras. ^GIdiot wind, ^Cblowing every time you move your ^Gteeth, You're an ^Gidiot, ^Cbabe. It's a ^Dwonder that you still know how to ^Gbreathe. ^C/G ^G ^C/G

[Verse]

^CmWe pushed each other a lit^Dtle too far a^D/Cnd one day it just turn^Ged into a raging storm ^CmThe hound dog bayed beyond your trees ^D As I was ^D/Cpacking up my un^Giform ^G/F# ^EmI figured I'd lost^Bm you anyway, why ^Amgo on, what's the^G use In^Em order to get i^Bmn a word with you^Am I'd have to com^Ge up with some excuse It j^Bmust struck^C6 me kinda funny...

^CmI been double-crossed too much, at^D times I think I've^D/C almost lost my ^Gmind La^Cmdy-killers load dice on me, behind ^Dmy back while imi^D/Ctators steal me bli^Gnd ^G/F# ^EmYou close your eyes an^Bmd pout your lips^Am and slip your ^Gfingers from your glove You ^Emcan have the best th^Bmere is, but it's gonn^Ama cost you all yo^Gur love You won^Bm't get it for mon^C6ey...

[Chorus]

^GIdiot wind, ^Cblowing through the buttons of our ^Gcoats, ^CBlowing through the letters that we ^C/Dwrote. ^GIdiot wind, ^Cblowing through the dust upon our s^Ghelves, We're ^Gidiots, ^Cbabe. It's a ^Dwonder we can ^D7even feed our^Gselves. ^C/G ^G ^C/G

[Outro] (harp) | Cm | D D/C | G | | Cm | D D/C | G G/F# | | Em Bm | Am G | | Em Bm | Am G | 2/4 4/4 | Bm | C6 | | Cm | D D/C | G | (fade out over last bars)

Bob Dylan - Idiot wind