Am B E
Someone's got it in for me they're planting stories in the press
Am B E
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out but when they will I can only guess
C#m G#m F#m E
They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy
C#m G#m F#m E
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me
G#m A
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 better than that sweet lady
CHORUS #1:
E A E
Idiot wind blowing every time you move your mouth
A B
Blowing down the backroads headin' south
E A E
Idiot wind blowing every time you move your teeth
A B E
You're an idiot babe it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe