Wind Don't Have To Hurry-John Hiatt

Now the wind don't have to hurry Blowing cross my bones Rolling out the pastures Smoothin' and out the stones Theres fire on the mountain Dark angels in the trees The wind don't have to hurry They're taking what they please Na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na Now the fraud police are coming Right out to your door They say you have no liberty if you're who there looking for No writ of habeas corpus No platform of the sands The wind don't have to hurry Only the wind knows where you went Na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na Now the wind don't have to hurry Blowing to my soul, I stole for gold and diamonds And buried in this hole They brought my love a pistol They put it to her head Now the wind don't have to hurry She was already dead Na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na