Текст пісні Wind Don't Have to Hurry - John Hiatt

Wind Don't Have to Hurry

Now the wind don’t have to hurry\nBlowing cross my bones\nRolling out the pastures\nSmoothin' out the stones\nTheres fire on the mountain\nDark angels in the trees\nThe wind don’t have to hurry\nThey’re taking what they please\nNa-na-na-na-na-na\nNa-na-na-na-na-na\nNa-na-na-na-na-na\nNa-na-na-na-na-na\nNow the thought police are coming\nRight up to your door\nThey say you have no liberty\nIf you’re who they’re looking for\nNo writ of habeas corpus\nNo platform of dissent\nThe wind don’t have to hurry\nOnly the wind knows where you went\nNa-na-na-na-na-na\nNa-na-na-na-na-na\nNa-na-na-na-na-na\nNa-na-na-na-na-na\nNow the wind don’t have to hurry\nBlowing to my soul\nI stole for gold and diamonds\nAnd buried in this hole\nThey brought my love a pistol\nThey put it to her head\nNow the wind don’t have to hurry\nShe was already dead\nNa-na-na-na-na-na\nNa-na-na-na-na-na\nNa-na-na-na-na-na\nNa-na-na-na-na-na\nNa-na-na-na-na-na\nNa-na-na-na-na-na\nSongwriter: John Hiatt