Idiot Wind Tabulatur von Bob Dylan

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Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press
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Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out 
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but when they will I can only guess.
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They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy,
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She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me.
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I can't help it if I'm lucky.

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People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act
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Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts.
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Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at,
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I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that
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Sweet lady.

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Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,
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Blowing down the backroads headin' south.
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Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
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You're an idiot, babe.
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It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

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I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might 
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strike
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I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's like.
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There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door,
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You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done, in the final end he 
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won the wars
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After losin' every battle.

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I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are
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Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin' me see 
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stars.
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You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies.
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One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' a - round your eyes,
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Blood on your saddle.

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Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,
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Blowing through the curtains in your room.
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Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
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You're an idiot, babe.
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It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

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It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us a - part
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You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't e - nough to change my 
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heart.
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Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have 

stopped,
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What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the 

top
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You're on the bottom.

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I noticed at the ceremony, your cor - rupt ways had finally made you blind
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I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes
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don't look into mine.
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The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the 
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building burned.
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I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the 
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springtime turned slowly into autumn.

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Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,
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From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capit - ol.
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Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
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You're an idiot, babe.
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It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

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I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read
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Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I'd been  somebody else 
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instead.
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Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,
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I followed you be - neath the stars, hounded by your memory
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And all your ragin' glory.

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I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free,
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I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you 
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from me.
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You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,
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And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,
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And it makes me feel so sorry.

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Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,
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Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
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Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,
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We're idiots, babe.
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It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.