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Idiot Wind

Bob Dylan

Cifra: Principal (violão e guitarra)
Selo Cifra Club: esta cifra foi revisada para atender aos critérios oficiais da nossa Equipe de Qualidade.
Tom: G
Cm                         D                         
Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories 
(C/G)|:G    C/G :|
in the press
Cm                                    D              
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out quick but when
                    |:G    C/G :|
 they will I can only guess.
     Em           Bm                 Am               
They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to 
G
Italy,
Em              Bm                Am               G
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came
 to me.
        Bm             C
I can't help it if I'm lucky.

(repete os acordes)
People see me all the time, I guess they just can't 
remember how to act
Their minds are filled with false ideas, images and 
distorted facts.
And 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.

(Refrão)
G           C                                G
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth
C                                  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.
       D7                                G
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I ran into the fortune teller, she said beware 'cause 
some lightning might strike.
I haven't known about peace and quiet now for so long I
 don't even remember what it's like.
There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out 
of a boxcar door,
He didn't know it, he never thought it could be done, 
but at the final shot he won the war
After losin' every battle.

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

(Refrão)
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 can even breathe.

It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which 
broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage but it 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 your corrupt ways had 
finally made you blind
I can't recall your face anymore, your mouth has 
changed and your eyes don't look into mine.
The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat 
stone-faced while the building burned.
I waited for you on the running boards, near the 
cypress trees, while the springtime
turned Slowly into autumn.

(Refrão)
Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol.
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 can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the 
clothes you wear
Every time I come into your door, you leave me standing
 in the middle of the air..
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to 
ecstasy,
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your 
memory
And all your ragin' glory.

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

(Refrão)
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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