Capo: 2 Tuning: D A D F# A D

Idiot Wind - Take 4, Remake with organ overdub From: The Bootleg Series Volumes 1-3 (Rare and Unreleased) 1961-1991 Tuning: D-A-D-F#-A-d Am xx5450 Bsus4 xx0877 B x07777 E 054000 C#m 020020 G#m xx4340 A 020120 B11 x02120 [Intro] Am Bsus4 B E [Verse 1]

^AmSomeone's got it in for me,^Bsus4 they're planting ^Bstories in the ^Epress ^AmWhoever it is I wish they'd cut it^Bsus4 but when they will^B I can only gue^Ess. They ^C#msay I shot a ^G#mman named Gray and ^Atook his wife to ^EItaly, ^C#mShe inherited a ^G#mmillion bucks and ^Awhen she died it ^Ecame to me. I can't ^G#mhelp it if I'm ^B11lucky.

[Verse 2]

^AmPeople see me all the time an^Bsus4d they just can't ^Bremember how to ^Eact ^AmTheir minds are filled with big ideas, ^Bsus4images and d^Bistorted f^Eacts. ^C#mEven you, yes^G#mterday you h^Aad to ask me w^Ehere it was at, I ^C#mcouldn't believe after^G#m all these years, ^Ayou didn't know me ^Ebetter than that ^G#mSweet l^B11ady.

[Chorus 1]

^EIdiot wind, ^Ablowing every time you move your ^Emouth ^ABlowing down the backroads headin' ^B11south. ^EIdiot wind, ^Ablowing every time you move your ^Eteeth, You're an idiot^A, babe. It's a ^G#mwonder that you ^B11still know how to ^Ebreathe.

[Instrumental] E A E A E [Verse 3]

^AmI threw the I-Ching yesterday, ^Bsus4it said there might be some^B thunder at the^E well. ^AmI haven't tasted peace and quiet f^Bsus4or so long it seems^B like living he^Ell. There's a ^C#mlone soldier ^G#mon the hill, watchi^An' falling raindr^Eops pour., You^C#m'd never know it to ^G#mlook at him, but at^A the final shot he w^Eon the war After l^G#mosin' every ^B11battle.

[Verse 4]

^AmI woke up on the roadside, day ^Bsus4dreamin' about the w^Bay things sometimes ^Eare ^AmHoofbeats pounding in my head at b^Bsus4reak-neck speed and^B making me see ^Estars. You h^C#murt the ones that ^G#mI love best and ^Acover up the t^Eruth with lies. O^C#mne day you'll be ^G#min the ditch, f^Alies buzzin' a^Eround your eyes, ^G#mBlood on your ^B11saddle.

[Chorus 2]

^EIdiot wind, ^Ablowing through the flowers on your ^Etomb, ^ABlowing through the curtains in your ^B11room. ^EIdiot wind, ^Ablowing every time you move your ^Eteeth, You're an idiot,^A babe. It's a ^G#mwonder that you ^B11still know how to ^Ebreathe.

[Instrumental] E A E A E [Verse 5]

It wa^Ams gravity which pulled us in and ^Bsus4destiny which b^Broke us a^Epart ^AmYou tamed the lion in my cage but ^Bsus4it just wasn't enou^Bgh to change my ^Eheart. Now e^C#mverything's a little ^G#mupside down, as a ^Amatter of fact the ^Ewheels have stopped, What'^C#ms good is bad, what's^G#m bad is good, you'll^A find out when you ^Ereach the top ^G#mYou're on the ^B11bottom.

[Verse 6]

I^Am noticed at the ceremony, that yo^Bsus4u left you^Br bags be^Ehind ^AmThe driver came in after you left, h^Bsus4e gave them all to ^Bme, and then he ^Eresigned. The p^C#mriest wore black on t^G#mhe seventh day, wa^Alzed around while the ^Ebuilding burned. You d^C#midn't trust me for a ^G#mminute, babe. I've^A never known the sp^Ering to turn ^G#mSo quickly into a^B11utumn.

[Chorus 3]

^EIdiot wind, ^Ablowing everytime you move your j^Eaw, From the ^AGrand Coulee Dam to the Mardi ^B11Gras. ^EIdiot wind, ^Ablowing every time you move your ^Eteeth, You're an idiot,^A babe. It's a ^G#mwonder that you ^B11still know how to ^Ebreathe.

[Instrumental] E A E A E [Verse 7]

We ^Ampushed eachother a little too far, an^Bsus4d one day it just ^Bjumped into a raging ^Estorm. ^AmA hound dog bayed behind your trees a^Bsus4s I was packing up^B my un^Eiform. I fig^C#mured I'd lost you a^G#mnyway, ^AWhy go on? w^Ehat's the use? In ^C#morder to get in a w^G#mord with you, I'd ^Ahave had to come up with ^Esome excuse. It just ^G#mstruck me kinda f^B11unny.

[Verse 8]

^AmI been double-crossed too much, at ^Bsus4times I think I've ^Balmost lost my ^Emind ^AmLady-killers load ice on me b^Bsus4ehind my back, while ^Bimitators steal me bl^Eind You c^C#mlose your eyes and ^G#mpart your lips, and ^Aslip your fingers ^Efrom your glove Yo^C#mu can have the ^G#mbest there is, but i^At's gonna cost you ^Eall your love You ^G#mwon't get it for ^B11money

[Chorus 4]

^EIdiot wind, ^Ablowing through the buttons of our ^Ecoats, ^ABlowing through the letters that we ^B11wrote. ^EIdiot wind, ^Ablowing through the dust upon our s^Ehelves, We're idiots, b^Aabe. It's a ^G#mwonder we can ev^B11en feed ourselves.^E

Bob Dylan - Idiot wind