Hurricane / All Along the Watchtower / Idiot Wind

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall She sees the bartender in a pool of blood Cries out, "My God, they've killed them all!" Here comes the story of a hurricane The man the authorities came to blame For something that he never done Put in a prison cell, but one time he could've been The champion of the world Three bodies lying there, does Patty see And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously "I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands "I was only robbin' the register; I hope you understand" "I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops "One of us had better call up the cops" And so Patty calls the cops And they arrive on the scene (ah) With their red lights flashin' in the hot New Jersey night (ah) All along the watchtower Princes kept the view All the women came and went Barefoot servants too Outside in the distance A wildcat did growl Two riders approaching The wind began to howl The cop pulled him over to the side of the road Just like the time before and the time before that In Paterson that's just the way things go If you're Black You might as well not show up on the street 'Less you want to draw the heat It was gravity which pulled us down 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'll find out when you reach the top You're on the bottom 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 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 I'm an idiot, babe It's a wonder that I still know how to breathe