CRAZY WIND
James McMurtry

                            Am         G
  Gone off in the pitch-black dark, to work the morning tour
      Am
  He''s halfway to the highway, and he won''t be back for hours
      G                                                          Am
  His tail lights down the gravel road, you watch them round the bend
 G                         Am
  Nothing''s on the TV, but something''s in the wind
                   G                       Am
  And it makes you crazy, and it makes you blue
                  G                        Am
  It''s a restless feeling, and it''s nothing new

  Listen to the buzzing of the June bugs and the flies
  The sink''s all full of dishes, you might just let ''em lie
  You might just pour yourself a drink, and sit outside awhile
  He won''t miss the whiskey, he knows it''s not your style
  And he don''t care enough, to even wonder why
  You fight off his fumbling hands, with daggers in your eyes

                                          F                            C
  Time sure flies when you''re having fun
G                              Am
  Wasn''t it just yesterday you turned twenty-one
F                               C                         G    F   Am
  Does it still matter what you might have done,  had you tried


  His bird dogs in their wire cage, are barking at the moon
  You turn the covers back, and hope the dawn don''t come too soon
  Draw the shades to keep your dark eyes
  From the glare of the vapor light
  But the sheets are cool and empty, and you won''t sleep tonight
  With a half moon rising, and a warm gusty breeze
  Blowing from the southwest, whispering in the trees

Chorus Break

  The asphalt ''neath the tires, makes a hollow whining sound
  And it stretches on forever through a thousand little towns
  With their stores all dark and silent
  And their flashing yellow lights
  And nobody sees your passing, in the fury of your flight
  You''ll see them later, some other day
  Self preservation, what can you say

  Time sure flies when you''re having fun
  Your mind''s all made up now and it''s all said and done
  Flying down the four lane with the morning sun, in your eyes