Corb Lund - Chinook Wind Lyrics
That Rocky Mountain gusty shit, it dried me out for yearsWay back I think my grandpa had a rope horse by that nameAll I know is, God, here comes that old west wind againThere's lotsa kinds of problems and there's lotsa kinds of painSome will sweat the blazing sun and some rot in the rainHere we got the Chinook wind a blowin' every dayIt's gonna send the good dirt east and leave a terrible migraineLet her blow, let her blowWhisper me things that I don't knowLet her blow, let her blowLet her blow away illusions like she melts the driftin' snowThere comes a time I stood my ground and said I've had my fillOf that moisture sucking west wind roarin' in off them hillsBefore it flew me crazy I let it carry me awayThey told me, "Son you ain't the first, that breeze willdrive a man insane"Let her blow, let her blowWhisper me things that I don't knowLet her blow, let her blowLet her blow away illusions like she melts the winter snowIf you need me you can find me here waitin' on a changeStaring at the distance and askin' what it takesTo make that old Chinook turn back and blow the other wayAnd maybe if I'm lucky have it blow me home again