Bob Dylan - Idiot Wind Chords

[Opening]
[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 [D]will I can only [G]guess. [G]
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 [C]lucky.

[verse 2]
[Cm]People see me all the time and [D]they just can’t [D]remember how to [G]act
[Cm]Their minds are filled with big ideas, [D]images and distorted [G]facts. [G]
[Em]Even you, [Bm]yesterday you [Am]had to ask me [G]where it was [G]at,
I [Em]couldn’t believe after [Bm]all these years, [Am]you didn’t know me any [G]better than that
[Bm]Sweet [C]lady.

[verse 3]
[G]Idiot wind, [C]blowing every time you move your [G]mouth,
[C]Blowing down the backroads heading [C]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 [D]still know how to [G]breathe. [C] [G] [C]

[verse 4]
[Cm]I ran into the fortune-teller, who [D]said
Beware of [D]lightning that might [G]strike
[Cm]I haven’t known peace and quiet [D]for so long I can’t [D]remember what it’s [G]like.
There’s a [Em]lone soldier [Bm]on the cross, [Am]smoke pouring 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]losing every [C]battle.

[verse 5]
[Cm]I woke up on the roadside, [D]daydreaming ’bout the [D]way things sometimes [G]are
[Cm]Visions of your chestnut mare shoot [D]through my head
And are [D]making me see [G]stars. [G]
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 buzzing [G]around your eyes,
[Bm]Blood on your [C]saddle.

[verse 6]
[G]Idiot wind, [C]blowing through the flowers on your [G]tomb,
[C]Blowing through the curtains in your [C]room.
[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] [C]

[verse 7]
It [Cm]was gravity which pulled us down and [D]destiny which [D]broke us [G]apart
[Cm]You tamed the lion in my cage
But [D]it just wasn’t [D]enough to change my [G]heart. [G]
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 [C]bottom.

[verse 8]
[Cm]I noticed at the ceremony, your [D]corrupt ways had [D]finally made you [G]blind
[Cm]I can’t remember your face anymore,
your [D]mouth has changed, your [D]eyes don’t look into [G]mine. [G]
[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 [C]autumn.

[verse 9]
[G]Idiot wind, [C]blowing like a circle around my [G]skull,
From the [C]Grand Coulee Dam to the [C]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] [C]

[verse 10]
[Cm]I can’t feel you anymore, [D]I can’t even [D]touch the books you’ve [G]read
[Cm]Every time I crawl past your door, I been [D]wishing
I’d been [D]somebody else [G]instead. [G]
[Em]Down the highway, [Bm]down the tracks, [Am]down the road to [G]ecstasy,
I [Em]followed you [Bm]beneath the stars, [Am]haunted by your [G]memory
And [Bm]all your [C]raging glory.

[verse 11]
[Cm]I been double-crossed now for the [D]very last time and [D]now I’m finally [G]free,
I [Cm]kissed goodbye the howling beast
On the [D]borderline which [D]separated you from [G]me. [G]
[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 [C]sorry.

[Closing]
[G]Idiot wind, [C]blowing through the buttons of our [G]coats,
[C]Blowing through the letters that we [C]wrote.
[G]Idiot wind, [C]blowing through the dust upon our [G]shelves,
We’re [G]idiots, [C]babe.
It’s a [D]wonder we can [D]even feed [G]ourselves. [C] [G] [C]