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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 guess. Em Bm Am G They say I shot a man named Gray and took 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 remember how to act Cm D D/C G D/F# Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts. Em Bm Am G D/F# Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at, Em Bm Am G I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that Bm C6 Sweet lady. 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 still know how to breathe. Cm D D/C I ran 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 lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door, Em Bm Am You didn't know it, you didn'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 cover up the truth 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 saddle. 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 still know how to breathe. [ Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/d/dylan-bob/5742.html ] Cm D D/C G It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us a - part Cm D D/C You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't e - nough 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 finally 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 - ol. 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 still 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 been 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 - neath the stars, hounded by your memory Bm C6 And all your ragin' glory. Cm D D/C G I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free, Cm D D/C I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you G D/F# from me. Em Bm Am G You'll never know the hurt 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 shelves, C We're idiots, babe. D D7 G C/G G C/G It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
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