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| IDIOT WIND - Alternate set of lyrics (Taken from the original recordings - Bootleg #14, More Blood, More Tracks) Words and Music by Bob Dylan |
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Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out but when they will I can only guess. They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy, She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me. I can't help it if I'm lucky. People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts. Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at, I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me any better than that Sweet lady. Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth, Blowing down the backroads headin' south. Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth, You're an idiot, babe. It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe. I threw the I Ching yesterday; it said there might be some thunder at the well. Peace and Quiet’s been avoiding me for so long it feels like living hell. There’s a lone soldier on the hill, watching falling raindrops pour. You’d never know it to look at him, but in the final shot he won the war, After losin' every battle. I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are Hoof beats pounding in my head, at break-neck speeds and making me see stars! You hurt the ones that I love best, and covered up the truth with lies. One day you’ll be in the ditch, flies buzzing around your eyes; Blood on your saddle. Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb, Blowing through the curtains in your room. Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth, You're an idiot, babe. It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe. It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart. Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped, What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top You're on the bottom. I noticed at the ceremony that you left all your bags behind. The driver came in after you left; he gave them all to me, and then he resigned. The priest wore black on the seventh day, and waltzed around while the building burned. You didn’t trust me for a minute, babe. I’ve never known the spring to turn So quickly into autumn. Idiot wind; blowing every time you move your jaw From the Grand Cooley Dam to the Mardi Gras Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth, You're an idiot, babe. It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe. We pushed each other a little too far, and one day it just jumped into a raging storm The hound dog bayed behind your trees, while I was packing up my uniform. I figured I’d lost you anyway; why go on? What’s the use? In order to get in a word with you I’d have had to come up with some kind of excuse. And it just struck me kind of funny. I’ve been double-crossed too much. At times I think I’ve lost my mind. Lady killers load dice on me behind my back while imitators steal me blind You close your eyes and pout your lips and slip your fingers from your glove. You can have the best there is, but it’s gonna cost you all your love. You won’t get it from money. Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats, Blowing through the letters that we wrote. Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves, We're idiots, babe. It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves. |
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