Those Poor Bastards Blow Wind
I was talking to the wind tonight
I was hoping it would hear my plight
So lonesome since we've been apart
She put a spell on my sad old heart
Blow wind, blow wind
Blow my baby back home again
Cool breeze passing through the trees
Went and fell on my mangled knees
Sucked the air into my aching lungs
Formed these words with my bitter tongue
Blow wind, blow wind
Blow my baby back home again
Sugar, sugar
Sugar, sugar
Sugar, sugar
I feel so cold
Willows growing up into the sun
Can't seem to get along with anyone
Truth hit me like a shotgun blast
All these women they move too fast
Blow wind, blow wind
Blow my baby back home again
There's mystery hiding everywhere
But when I look it's never there
Nothing hiding up my dirty sleeve
All i've got to do is sit and grieve
Blow wind, blow wind
Blow my baby back home again
Sugar, sugar
Sugar, sugar
Sugar, sugar
I feel so cold
