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A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

-first letter-A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

	Cm	D	G
	Someone's got it in for me, they're	planting stories in the	press

	Cm
	Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out

	D	D/C	G	D/F#
but	when they will I	can only g	uess.

	Em	Bm	Am	G
	They say I shot a m	an named Gray and t	ook his wife to	Italy,

	Em	Bm	Am	G
	She inherited a	million bucks and	when she died it	came to me.

	Bm	C6
I can't	help it if I'm	lucky.

	Cm	D	D/C	G
	People see me all the time and	they just can't re	member how to a	ct

	Cm	D	D/C	G	D/F#
	Their minds are filled with big ideas,	images a	nd distorted	facts.

	Em	Bm	Am	G	D/F#
	Even you,	yesterday you	had to ask me	where it was a	t,

	Em	Bm	Am	G
	I couldn't believe after	all these years, y	ou didn't know me	better than that

	Bm	C6
	Sweet l	ady.

	G	C	G
	Idiot wind,	blowing every time you move your	mouth,

	C	D6	D7
	Blowing down the backroads headin'	south.

	G	C	G
	Idiot wind,	blowing every time you move your	teeth,

	C
You're an idiot,	babe.

	D	D7	G	C/G	G	C/G
It's a	wonder that you s	till know how to	breathe.

	Cm	D	D/C
I r	an into the fortune-teller, who	said beware of	lightning that might

	G
	strike

	Cm	D	D/C	G
	I haven't known peace and quiet	for so long I	can't remember what it's	like.

	Em	Bm	Am	G
There's a l	one soldier o	n the cross,	smoke pourin' out of a	boxcar door,

	Em	Bm	Am
	You didn't know it, you d	idn't think it could be done, in the	final end he

	G
	won the wars

	Bm	C6
After	losin' every	battle.

	Cm	D	D/C	G
	I woke up on the roadside,	daydreamin' 'bout the	way things sometimes	are

	Cm	D	D/C
	Visions of your chestnut mare shoot	through my head and are	makin' me see

	G	D/F#
	stars.

	Em	Bm	Am	G
	You hurt the ones that	I love best and c	over up the t	ruth with lies.

	Em	Bm	Am	G
	One day you'll be	in the ditch,	flies buzzin' a -	round your eyes,

	Bm	C6
	Blood on your s	addle.

	G	C	G
	Idiot wind,	blowing through the flowers on your	tomb,

	C	D6
	Blowing through the curtains in your	room.

	G	C	G
	Idiot wind,	blowing every time you move your	teeth,

	C
You're an idiot,	babe.

	D	D7	G	C/G	G	C/G
It's a	wonder that you s	till know how to	breathe.

	Cm	D	D/C	G
It was	gravity which pulled us down and	destiny which	broke us a - p	art

	Cm	D	D/C
	You tamed the lion in my cage but	it just wasn't e - n	ough to change my

	G	D/F#
	heart.

	Em	Bm	Am	G
Now	everything's a little	upside down, as a	matter of fact the	wheels have

stopped,

	Em	Bm	Am	G
What's	good is bad, what's	bad is good,	you'll find out when you	reach the

top

	Bm	C6
	You're on the	bottom.

	Cm	D	D/C	G
	I noticed at the ceremony, your cor -	rupt ways had fi	nally made you	blind

	Cm	D	D/C
	I can't remember your face anymore, your	mouth has changed, your	eyes

	G	D/F#
don't look into	mine.

	Em	Bm	Am
	The priest wore black on the	seventh day and	sat stone-faced while the

	G
	building burned.

	Em	Bm	Am
I	waited for you on the	running boards, near the	cypress trees, while the

	G	Bm	C6
	springtime turned	slowly into	autumn.

	G	C	G
	Idiot wind,	blowing like a circle around my	skull,

	C	D6	D7
From the	Grand Coulee Dam to the Capit - o	l.

	G	C	G
	Idiot wind,	blowing every time you move your	teeth,

	C
You're an idiot,	babe.

	D	D7	G	C/G	G	C/G
It's a	wonder that you s	till know how to	breathe.

	Cm	D	D/C	G
	I can't feel you anymore,	I can't even	touch the books you've	read

	Cm	D	D/C
	Every time I crawl past your door, I been	wishin' I'd bee	n  somebody else

	G	D/F#
	instead.

	Dm	Bm	Am	G
	Down the highway,	down the tracks,	down the road to	ecstasy,

	Em	Bm	Am	G
I	followed you be - n	eath the stars,	hounded by your	memory

	Bm	C6
And	all your r	agin' glory.

	Cm	D	D/C	G
	I been double-crossed now for the v	ery last time and	now I'm finally	free,

	Cm	D	D/C
I	kissed goodbye the howling beast on the b	orderline which s	eparated you

	G	D/F#
from	me.

	Em	Bm	Am	G
	You'll never know the h	urt I suffered nor the	pain I rise	above,

	Em	Bm	Am	G
And	I'll never know the	same about you,	your holiness or your	kind of love,

	Bm	C6
And it	makes me feel so	sorry.

	G	C	G
	Idiot wind,	blowing through the buttons of our	coats,

	C	D6	D7
	Blowing through the letters that we	wrote.

	G	C	G
	Idiot wind,	blowing through the dust upon our s	helves,

	C
We're idiots,	babe.

	D	D7	G	C/G	G	C/G
It's a	wonder we can	even feed o	urselves.