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Idiot Wind 1 Bob Dylan © 1974 Ram's Horn Music (Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

27 Dec 1974 BLOOD ON THE TRACKS MORE BLOOD, MORE TRACKS:     THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 14 #9

Blood On The Tracks session 5, Sound 80 Studio, Minneapolis - 27.dec.1974, album version Someone's got it in for me, they're plantin' stories in the press Who ever it is i wish they'd cut it out quick, but when they will i can only guess They say i killed a man named Gray an' took his wife to Italy She inherited a million bucks an' when she died it came to me I can't help it if i'm lucky People see me all the time, they just can't remember how to act Their minds are filled with big ideas, images an' 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, blowin' every time you move your mouth Blowin' down the back roads headin' south Idiot wind, blowin' every time you move your teeth You're an idiot, babe It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe. I ran into the fortune teller who said, ''Beware of lightnin' that might strike!'' I haven't known peace an' quiet for so long, i can't remember what it's like There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a box-car door You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done in the final end he won the war After losin' every battle I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' about the way things sometimes are Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head an' are makin' me see stars You hurt the ones that i love best an' cover up the truth with lies One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzlin' around your eyes Blood on your saddle. Idiot wind, blowin' through the flowers of your tomb Blowin' through the curtains in your room Idiot wind, blowin' 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 an' 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 your corrupt ways had finally made you blind I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth is changed, your eyes don't look into mine The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the buildings burned I waited for you on the runnin' boards near the cypress tree while the spring time turned Slowly into autumn. Idiot wind, blowin' like a circle around my skull From the Grand Coulee dam to the Capitole Idiot wind, blowin' 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 books you've read Everytime i crawl past your door, i been wishin' i been somebody else instead. Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy I followed you beneath the stars haunted by your memory An' all your ragin' glory I been double crossed now for the very last time an' now i'm finally free I kissed goodbye the howlin' beast on the borderline which separated you from me You'll never know the hurt i suffered nor the pain i rise above An' i'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love An' it makes me feel so sorry. Idiot wind, blowin' through the buttons of our coats Blowin' through the letters that we wrote Idiot wind, blowin' through the dust upon our shelves We're idiots, babe It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.

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Idiot Wind 2

16 Sep 1974 the bootleg series volumes 1-3     [rare and unreleased] 1961-1991 MORE BLOOD, MORE TRACKS:     THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 14 #5 BLOOD ON THE TAPES #2 (b, T-520) MORE BLOOD ON THE TRACKS #2 BLOOD TAKES (vinyl bootleg) 16 Sep 1974 MORE BLOOD, MORE TRACKS:     THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 14 #3

Blood On The Tracks session 1, A & R Studios, NYC - 16.sep.1974, take 3 w/insert Blood On The Tracks session 1, A & R Studios, NYC - 16.sep.1974, take 6, BS 1-3 version Two very slightly different lyrics Someone's got it in for me, they're plantin' 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 an' 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 an' 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, blowin' every time you move your mouth Goin' down the back roads headin' south Idiot wind, blowin' 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 / there'd] be some thunder at the well I haven't tasted peace an' quiet for so long, it seems like livin' hell There's a lone soldier on the hill, watchin' fallin' raindrops pour You'd never know where to look at him but in the final shot he won the war After losin' every battle I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' about the way things sometimes are Hoof beats pounding in my head at break neck speed and makin' me see stars You hurt the ones that i love best an' cover up the truth with lies One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzlin' around your eyes Blood on your saddle. Idiot wind, blowin' through the flowers on your tomb Blowin' through the curtains in your room Idiot wind, blowin' 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 in 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 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 'em 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 trusted me for a minute, babe, i've never known the spring to turn So quickly into autumn. Idiot wind, blowin' every time you move your jaw From the Grand Coulee dam to the Mardi-Gras Idiot wind, blowin' every time you move your teeth You're an idiot, babe It's a wonder that you still [can even breathe / know how to breathe.] We pushed each other a little too far an' one day it just [jumped / turned] into a ragin' storm A hound dog bayed beyond your trees as i was packin' up my uniform Oh 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 to come up with some excuse It just struck me kind of funny I been double crossed too much, at times i think i've almost 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 an' slip your fingers from your gloves You can have the best there is but it's gonna cost you all your love You won't get it for money. Idiot wind, blowin' through the buttons of our coats Blowin' through the letters that we wrote Idiot wind, blowin' through the dust upon our shelves We're idiots, babe It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.

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Idiot Wind 3

19 Sep 1974 MORE BLOOD, MORE TRACKS:     THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 14 #7 BLOOD ON THE TAPES (T-520) MORE BLOOD ON THE TRACKS 19 Sep 1974 MORE BLOOD, MORE TRACKS:     THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 14 #8 GENUINE BOOTLEG SERIES (T-393)

Blood On The Tracks session 4, A & R Studios, NYC - 19.sep.1974, take 4 remake Blood On The Tracks session 4, A & R Studios, NYC - 19.sep.1974, take 4 remake, with organ overdub, Test Pressing version Someone's got it in for me, they're plantin' 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 an' when she died it came to me I can't help it if i'm lucky People see me all the time, they just can't remember how to act Their minds are filled with big ideas, images an' distorted facts An' 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, blowin' every time you move your mouth Goin' down the back roads headin' south Idiot wind, blowin' 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 an' quiet it's been avoided me for so long, it seems like livin' hell There's a lone soldier on the hill, watchin' fallin' raindrops pour You'd never know where to look at him but in the final shot he won the war After losin' every battle I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' about the way things sometimes are Hoof beats pounding in my head at break neck speed and makin' me see stars You hurt the ones that i love best an' cover up the truth with lies One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzlin' around your eyes Blood on your saddle. Idiot wind, blowin' through the flowers on your tomb Blowin' through the curtains in your room Idiot wind, blowin' 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 in 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 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 'em all to me and then he resigned The priest wore black on the seventh day, 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, blowin' every time you move your jaw From the Grand Coulee dam to the Mardi-Gras Idiot wind, blowin' 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 an' one day it just jumped into a ragin' storm A hound dog bayed beyond your trees as i was packin' up my uniform 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 to come up with some excuse Now it just struck me kind of funny I been double crossed too much, at times i think i've almost 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 an' slip your fingers from your gloves You can have the best there is but it's gonna cost you all your love You won't get it for money. Idiot wind, blowin' through the buttons of our coats Blowin' through the letters that we wrote Idiot wind, blowin' through the dust upon our shelves We're idiots, babe It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.

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Idiot Wind 4

23 May 1976 HARD RAIN

Live, Rolling Thunder Revue 2, Fort Colins CO - 23.may.1976 Someone's got it in for me, they're plantin' stories in the press Whoever it is i wish they'd cut it out quick, but when they will i can only guess They say i shot a man named Gray an' took his wife to Italy She inherited a million bucks an' when she died it came to me I can't help it if i'm lucky People see me all the time, i guess they just can't remember how to act Their minds are filled with false ideas, images an' distorted facts An' 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, blowin' every time you move your mouth Blowin' down the back roads headin' south Idiot wind, blowin' every time you move your teeth You're an idiot, babe It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe. I ran into the fortune teller, she said, ''Beware 'cause some lightnin' might strike!'' I haven't known about peace an' 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 box-car door You didn't know it, you never thought he could it done, but in the final shot he won the war After losin' every battle I woke upon the roadside, daydreamin' about the way things really are Visions of your smokin' tongue shoot through my head an' are makin' me see stars You hurt the ones that i love best then cover up the truth with lies One day you'll be in the grave, flies buzzlin' around your eyes Blood on your saddle. Idiot wind, blowin' through the flowers on your tomb Blowin' through the curtains in your room Idiot wind, blowin' 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 are 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 is changed an' your eyes don't look into mine The priest wore black on the seventh day, sat stone-faced while the building burned I waited for you on the runnin' boards near the cypress tree while the spring time turned Slowly into autumn. Idiot wind, blowin' like a circle around my skull From the Grand Coulee dam to the Capitole Idiot wind, blowin' 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 Everytime i come into your door, you leave me standin' in the middle of the air Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy I followed you beneath the stars, haunted by your memory An' all your ragin' glory I been double crossed now for the very last time an' i think i finally see I kissed goodbye the howlin' beast on the borderline which separated you from me You'll never know the hurt i suffered, nor the pain i rise above An' i'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love An' it makes me feel so sorry. Idiot wind, blowin' through the buttons of our coats Blowin' through the letters that we wrote Idiot wind, blowin' through the dust upon our shelves We're idiots, babe It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.

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Idiot Wind 5

9 May 1992 SAN JOSE REVISITED (T-215)

Live, San Jose State University, San Jose - 9.may.1992 Someone's got it in for me, they're plantin' 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 an' took his wife to Italy She inherited a million bucks an' when she died it came to me I can't help it if i'm lucky People see me all the time, they just can't remember how to act Their minds are filled with big ideas, images an' 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, blowin' every time you move your mouth Blowin' down the back roads headin' south Idiot wind, blowin' every time you move your teeth You're an idiot, babe It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe. I ran into the fortune teller yesterday, she said, ''Some lightnin' might strike!'' I haven't known peace an' quiet for so long, i can't remember what it's even like There's a lone soldier on the hill, smoke pourin' out of a box-car door You wouldn't think he would do it, in the final end he won the war After losin' every battle I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' about the way things sometimes are Visions of your chestnut mare shoot thru my head an' are makin' me see stars You hurt the ones that i love best an' cover up the truth with lies One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzlin' around your eyes Blood on your saddle. Idiot wind, blowin' like a circle around my skull From the Grand Coulee dam to the Capitole Idiot wind, blowin' every time you move your teeth You're an idiot, babe It's a wonder you still know how to breathe. I can't see you anymore, i can't even touch the books you've read Everytime you crawl past my door, you been wishin' you been someone else instead Priest wore black on the seventh day sat stone-faced while the buildings burned I waited for you on the runnin' boards near the cypress tree when the spring time turned Slowly into autumn Gravity pulled us down, destiny broke us apart You tamed the lion in my cage but it just was not enough to change my heart 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. Idiot wind, blowin' thru the buttons of our coats Blowin' thru the letters that we wrote Idiot wind, blowin' thru the dust upon our shelves We're idiots, babe It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.