Tom Russell - Santa ana wind

^GWhen these old adobe walls Turn to ^Cdust and when they ^Gfall And the creatures of the night call out your ^Dname Mother ^Gnature, she'll grab hold Of all the ^Cthings that we've let ^Ggo Here comes an ill-intentioned ^Dwind that knows your ^Gname

^GIn the desert night it builds Near ^CGila Monster ^GHills A wisp of dust, then a whisper, then a ^Dcurse Soon it's ^G90 miles an hour Near El ^CCentro water ^Gtowers Look out, El ^DCajon, you'll be the ^Gfirst

Now those ^DSanta Ana Winds begin to ^Emblow From Death ^AValley to the wide Pacific ^Dshores Won't be no ^Csaints come marching in No movie ^Gstars or clerg^Cymen Where will you ^Emrun when that wind howls 'neath your ^Cdoor? When that ^EmSanta Ana ^DWind begins to ^Groar

Cali^Gfornia, my home state Cars of ^Cpeople sit and ^Gwait They know it's coming, they can feel it in their ^Dbones All that ^Greal estate and pride All those ^CIndians that ^Gdied While the Spanish priests ^Ddanced the drunk Fan^Gdango

^GThey say that troubadours invented love A thousand ^Cyears before the ^Gflood They rode from town to town, singing up the ^Dmystery Well, the ^Gwind sings its own song Moving ^Cpatiently a^Glong Burning down the ^Dlie of Western ^GHistory

Now that ^DSanta Ana Wind begins to ^Emblow From Death ^AValley to the wide Pacific ^Dshores Won't be no ^Csaints come marching in No cowboy ^Gstars or clerg^Cymen Where will you ^Emrun when that wind howls 'neath your ^Cdoor? When that ^EmSanta Ana ^DWind begins to ^Emroar ^C When that ^GSanta Ana ^DWind begins to ^Groar