Tone G
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[Cm]Someone's got it in for me, [D]they're planting stories in the [G]press
[Cm]Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out
but [D]when they will[D/C]will I can only [G]guess. [G/F#]
They [Em]say I shot a [Bm]man named Gray and [Am]took his wife to [G]Italy,
[Em]She inherited a [Bm]million bucks and [Am]when she died it [G]came to me.
I can't [Bm]help it if I'm [C6]lucky.
[Cm] People see me all the time and [D]they just can't re[D/C]remember how to [G]act
[Cm]Their minds are filled with big ideas, [D]images[D/C]images and distorted f[G]facts. [G/F#]
[Em]Even you, [Bm]yesterday you [Am]had to ask me [G]where it was at,[G/F#]at,
I [Em]couldn't believe after [Bm]all these years, [Am]you didn't know me any [G]better than that
[Bm] Sweet [C6]lady.
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[G]Idiot wind, [C]blowing every time you move your [G]mouth,
[C]Blowing down the backroads headin' [C/D]south.
[G]Idiot wind, [C]blowing every time you move your [G]teeth,
You're an [G]idiot, [C]babe.
It's a [D]wonder that you s[D7]still know how to [G]breathe. [C/G] [G] [C/G]
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[Cm]I ran into the fortune-teller, who [D]said
Beware of [D/C]lightning that might [G]strike
[Cm]I haven't known peace and quiet [D]for so long I can't re[D/C]remember what it's [G]like.
There's a l[Em]lone soldier o[Bm]on the cross, [Am]smoke pourin' out of a [G]boxcar door,
[Em]You didn't know it, you [Bm]didn't think it could be done,
[Am]In the final end he [G]won the wars
After [Bm]losin' every [C6]battle.
[Cm]I woke up on the roadside, [D]daydreamin' 'bout the [D/C]way things sometimes [G]are
[Cm]Visions of your chestnut mare shoot [D]through my head
And are [D/C]makin' me see [G]stars. [G/F#]
You [Em]hurt the ones that [Bm]I love best and [Am]cover up the [G]truth with lies.
[Em]One day you'll be [Bm]in the ditch, [Am]flies buzzin' a[G]around your eyes,
[Bm]Blood on your s[C6]saddle.
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[G]Idiot wind, [C]blowing through the flowers on your [G]tomb,
[C]Blowing through the curtains in your [C/D]room.
[G]Idiot wind, [C]blowing every time you move your [G]teeth,
You're an [G]idiot, [C]babe.
It's a [D6]wonder that you still know how to [G]breathe. [C/G] [G] [C/G]
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It [Cm]was gravity which pulled us down and [D]destiny which [D/C]broke us a[G]apart
[Cm]You tamed the lion in my cage
But [D]it just wasn't e[D/C]enough to change my [G]heart. [G/F#]
Now [Em]everything's a little [Bm]upside down
As a [Am]matter of fact the [G]wheels have stopped,
What's [Em]good is bad, what's [Bm]bad is good
[Am]You'll find out when you [G]reach the top
[Bm]You're on the [C6]bottom.
[Cm]I noticed at the ceremony, your co[D]corrupt ways had [D/C]finally made you [G]blind
[Cm]I can't remember your face anymore,
your m[D]mouth has changed, your [D/C]eyes don't look into [G]mine. [G/F#]
[Em]The priest wore black on the [Bm]seventh day
And [Am]sat stone-faced while the [G]building burned.
I [Em]waited for you on the [Bm]running boards,
Near the [Am]cypress trees, while the [G]springtime turned
[Bm]Slo-o-o-owly to au[C6]autumn.
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[G]Idiot wind, [C]blowing like a circle around my [G]skull,
From the [C]Grand Coulee Dam to the Cap[C/D]Capitol.
[G]Idiot wind, [C]blowing every time you move your [G]teeth,
You're an [G]idiot, [C]babe.
It's a [D]wonder that you still know how to [G]breathe. [C/G] [G] [C/G]
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[Cm]I can't feel you anymore, [D]I can't even [D/C]touch the books you've [G]read
[Cm]Every time I crawl past your door, I been [D]wishin'
I'd been [D/C]somebody else in[G]instead. [G/F#]
[Em]Down the highway, [Bm]down the tracks, [Am]down the road to [G]ecstasy,
I [Em]followed you be[Bm]beneath the stars, [Am]haunted by your [G]memory
And [Bm]all your r[C6]ragin' glory.
[Cm]I been double-crossed now for the [D]very last time and [D/C]now I'm finally [G]free,
I [Cm]kissed goodbye the howling beast
On the [D]borderline which [D/C]separated you from [G]me. [G/F#]
[Em]You'll never know the [Bm]hurt I suffered [Am]nor the pain I [G]rise above,
And [Em]I'll never know the [Bm]same about you, your [Am]holiness or your [G]kind of love,
And it [Bm]makes me feel so [C6]sorry.
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[G]Idiot wind, [C]blowing through the buttons of our [G]coats,
[C]Blowing through the letters that we [C/D]wrote.
[G]Idiot wind, [C]blowing through the dust upon our s[G]shelves,
We're [G]idiots, [C]babe.
It's a [D]wonder we can [D7]even feed our[G]ourselves. [C/G] [G] [C/G]