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Chinook Wind Corb Lund Losin' Lately Gambler
I Dwas born with the chinook wind howlin in my ears That rocky mountain gusty shit it dried me out for years Way back I think my grandpa had a roGpe horse by that name AlDl I know is god here comes that oAld west wind agDain
There's lotsa kinds of problems and there's lotsa kinds of pain Some will sweat the blazing sun and some rot in the rain Here we got the chinook wind a blowin' every day It's gonna send the good dirt east and leave a terrible migraine Chorus:
Let her blGow let her blDow Whisper me thAings that Gi don't kDnow Let her blGow let her blDow Let her blAow away illusions like she meGlts the drAiftin' snDow
There comes a time i stood my ground and said i've had my fill Of that moisture sucking west wind roarin' in off them hills Before it blew me crazy i let it carry me away They told me son you ain't the first that breeze will drive a man insane Chorus: Let her blow let her blow Whisper me things that i don't know Let her blow let her blow Let her blow away illusions like she melts the winter snow Solo: Play Twice: strum A chord a few times at the end before restarting |---------------------------------------------------------------0----------| |---------------------------------------------------------------2----------| |---------------------------------------------------------------2----------| |------------------------------------------10-10-10-10-10-9-7---2----------| |---3-3-3-3-3--7-7-7-7-7--10-10-10-10-10------------------------0----------| |---------------------------------------------------------------X----------| If you need me you can find me here waitin' on a change Staring at the distance and askin' what it takes To make that old chinook turn back and blow the other way And maybe if i'm lucky have it blow me home again Chorus: Let her blow let her blow Whisper me things that i don't know Let her blow let her blow Let her blow away illusions like she melts the winter snow Please rate and enjoy