Now the wind don't have to hurry
Blowing across my bones
Rolling out the pastures
Smoothin' and out the stones
There's fire on the mountain
Dark angels in the trees
The wind don't have to hurry they're taking what they please />It's a fraud police
It's a fraud police
Now the fraud police are coming
Right out to your door
There is no writ of habeas corpus
There is no platform of the sands
The wind doesn't have to hurry only the wind knows where you went
You went
You went
You went
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Now the wind doesn't have to hurry
Blowing to my soul, I stole for gold and diamonds
And buried in this hole
They brought my love a pistol
They put it to her head
Now the wind doesn't have to hurry
She was already dead
Na-na-na-na- na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
Na-Na-Na-Na-Na
Na-Na-Na-Na