Mott the Hoople - Ill wind blowing

A^Gcross the naked ^Bmdesert that ^Choused a million ^Ghurts But I ^Cheard a voice call ^Bmunto me, "be^Amware", is ^Cwhat it ^Dsaid You're ^Gasking all the ^Bmquestions, that is ^Cdangerous to ^Gdo For you ^Cain't got any ^Bmanswers and your ^Amtime is ^Cnearly ^Dthrough

There's an ^Gill ^D/F#wind ^Emblowing^D, from the ^Cwest unto the ^Bmeast And I ^Csee my world ^Bmgoing, from a ^Ambeauty ^Cto a ^Dbeast And the ^Gtime is ^D/F#getting ^EMnearer^D, to ^C197^Bm4 There's an ^Cill wind ^Bmblowing And it's ^Amblowing us, ^Cblowing us, yes it's ^Dblowing us off the ^Gshore^{Bm C Bm Am D}

And the ^Gfortunes fading ^Bmfrom my face, and ^CI feel a thou^Gsand fears How ^Cmany know that ^Bmillness grows, it ^Amnever ^Cdisap^Dpears ^GAnd I wonder when ^Bmthe medicine man, ^Cknows that they are ^Gsane ^CThey qualified in ^Bmgenocide, and ^Amthey specia^Clise in ^Dpain

There's an ^Gill ^D/F#wind ^Emblowing^D, from the ^Cwest unto the ^Bmeast And I ^Csee my world ^Bmgoing, from a ^Ambeauty ^Cto a ^Dbeast And the ^Gtime is ^D/F#getting ^Emnearer^D, to ^C197^Bm4 There's an ^Cill wind ^Bmblowing And it's ^Amblowing us, ^Cblowing us, yes it's ^Dblowing us off the ^Gshore^{Bm C Bm Am D}

There's an ^Gill ^D/F#wind ^Emblowing^D, from the ^Cwest unto the ^Bmeast And if ^Cmy redeemer ^Bmlay there, then he's ^Amfighting ^Cwith a ^Dpriest And the ^Gtime is ^D/F#getting ^Emnearer^D, to the ^Copening of the ^Bmdoor There's an ^Cill wind ^Bmblowing And it's ^Amblowing us, ^Cblowing us, yes it's ^Dblowing us off the ^Gshore^{Bm C Bm Am D G}