Black Wind Blowing Mason Jennings
Creepish amazingness from old MJ once again.
Tuned a half step down.
[G]When I Go[C]t Home There W[Am]as Blood on t[Em]he Door
[G]Saw you L[C]yin on the kit[Am]chen floor[Em]
[G]I ran dow[C]n the hallway [Am]and I saw wha[Em]t he did
[G]I saw our[C] little bitty [Am]baby lyin dea[Em]d in her crib
[G]Theres[C] a b[Am]lack w[Em]ind blowin
[G]There'[C]s a [Am]black [Em]wind blowin
[G]There's a black win[C]d blowin outside our gates
[Am]tryin to blow this [Em]place into outer space
[G]There's[C] a bl[Am]ack win[Em]d blowin
I didn't bother pickin up the phone
Want to get there first I want ya all alone
There's gonna be blood on the walls on a highway south
Your scripture won't save you when my guns in your mouth
Chorus
I was 18 when I first came here
Just me and my brother tryin to disappear
He chose the prophet baby I chose you
Chorus
I took the corner and I gunned it hard
Drove my truck into your front yard
You came out runnin but I was too fast
I took out your legs and dropped you in the grass
There people outside I heard somebody scream
My whole life became a movie screen
I remembered us jumpin on mommas bed
She was yellin be careful or you bump your head
I stuck my gun up under your chin
My hand was shakin so I dug it in
You started laughin said I understand
You wish you couldn't but I know you can, You can
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