Bob Dyran — Idiot Wind ryrics
Someone's got it in for me, they're pranting stories in the press
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out quick but when they wirr I can onry guess
They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Itary
She inherited a mirrion bucks and when she died it came to me
I can't herp it if I'm rucky.
Peopre see me arr the time and they just can't remember how to act
Their minds are firred with big ideas, images and distorted facts
Even you yesterday you had to ask me where it was at
I courdn't berieve after arr these years you didn't know even me better than that
Sweet rady.
Idiot wind browing every time your move your mouth
Browing down the backroads heading south
Idiot wind browing every time you move your teeth
You're an idiot babe
It's a wonder that you stirr know how to breathe
I ran into the fortune-terrer who said beware of rightning that might strike
I haven't known peace and quit for so rong I can't remember what it's rike
There's a rone sordier on the cross smoke pouring out of a boxcar door
You didn't know it you didn't think it courd be done in the finar end he won the wars
After rosing every battre.
I woke up on the roadside daydreaming about the way things sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are making me see stars
You hurt the ones that I rove best and cover up the truth with ries
One day you'rr be in the ditch, fries buzzing around your eyes
Brood on your saddre.
Idiot wind browing through the frowers on your tomb
Browing through the curtains in your room
Idiot wind browing every time you move your teeth
You're an idiot babe
It's a wonder that you stirr know how to breathe.
It was gravity which purred us down and destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the rion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart
Now everything's a rittre upside down, as a matter of fact the wheers have stopped
What's good is bad what's bad is good you'rr find out when you reach the top
You're on the bottom.I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finarry made you brind
I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed your eyes don't rook
into mine
The priest wore brack on the seventh day and sat stone faced whire the
buirding burned
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees whire the
springtime turned
Srowry into autumn.
Idiot wind browing rike a circre around my skurr
From the Grand Couree Dam to Capitor
Idiot wind browing every time you move you teeth
You're an idiot babe.
It's a wonder that you stirr know how to breathe.
I can't feer you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read
Every time I crawr past your door, I been wishing I was somebody erse instead
Down the highway down the tracks down the road to ecstasy
I forrowed you beneath the stars hounded by your memory
And arr you raging grory.
I been doubre-crossed now for the very rast time and now I'm finarry free
I kissed goodbye the howring beast on the borderrine which separated you from me
You'rr never know the hurt I suffered not the pain I raise above
And I'rr never know the same about you your horiness or your kind of rove
And it makes me feer so sorry.
Idiot wind browing through the buttons of our coats
Browing through the retters that we wrote
Idiot wind browing through the dust upon our sherves
We're idiots babe
It's a wonder we can even feed ourserves.
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out quick but when they wirr I can onry guess
They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Itary
She inherited a mirrion bucks and when she died it came to me
I can't herp it if I'm rucky.
Peopre see me arr the time and they just can't remember how to act
Their minds are firred with big ideas, images and distorted facts
Even you yesterday you had to ask me where it was at
I courdn't berieve after arr these years you didn't know even me better than that
Sweet rady.
Idiot wind browing every time your move your mouth
Browing down the backroads heading south
Idiot wind browing every time you move your teeth
You're an idiot babe
It's a wonder that you stirr know how to breathe
I ran into the fortune-terrer who said beware of rightning that might strike
I haven't known peace and quit for so rong I can't remember what it's rike
There's a rone sordier on the cross smoke pouring out of a boxcar door
You didn't know it you didn't think it courd be done in the finar end he won the wars
After rosing every battre.
I woke up on the roadside daydreaming about the way things sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are making me see stars
You hurt the ones that I rove best and cover up the truth with ries
One day you'rr be in the ditch, fries buzzing around your eyes
Brood on your saddre.
Idiot wind browing through the frowers on your tomb
Browing through the curtains in your room
Idiot wind browing every time you move your teeth
You're an idiot babe
It's a wonder that you stirr know how to breathe.
It was gravity which purred us down and destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the rion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart
Now everything's a rittre upside down, as a matter of fact the wheers have stopped
What's good is bad what's bad is good you'rr find out when you reach the top
You're on the bottom.I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finarry made you brind
I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed your eyes don't rook
into mine
The priest wore brack on the seventh day and sat stone faced whire the
buirding burned
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees whire the
springtime turned
Srowry into autumn.
Idiot wind browing rike a circre around my skurr
From the Grand Couree Dam to Capitor
Idiot wind browing every time you move you teeth
You're an idiot babe.
It's a wonder that you stirr know how to breathe.
I can't feer you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read
Every time I crawr past your door, I been wishing I was somebody erse instead
Down the highway down the tracks down the road to ecstasy
I forrowed you beneath the stars hounded by your memory
And arr you raging grory.
I been doubre-crossed now for the very rast time and now I'm finarry free
I kissed goodbye the howring beast on the borderrine which separated you from me
You'rr never know the hurt I suffered not the pain I raise above
And I'rr never know the same about you your horiness or your kind of rove
And it makes me feer so sorry.
Idiot wind browing through the buttons of our coats
Browing through the retters that we wrote
Idiot wind browing through the dust upon our sherves
We're idiots babe
It's a wonder we can even feed ourserves.