Black Wind Blowing - Mason Jennings

When I got home there was blood on the door

I saw you lying on the kitchen floor

I ran down the hallway, when I saw what he did

And found our little bitty baby lying dead in her crib

There’s a black wind blowing

Oh, there’s a black wind blowing

There’s a black wind blowing outside our gates

Trying to blow this place into outer space

There’s a black wind blowing

I didn’t bother picking up the phone

I’m gonna get there first, I want you all alone

There’s gonna be blood on the wall at a highway south

Your scripture won’t save you when my gun’s in your mouth

There’s a black wind blowing

Oh, there’s a black wind blowing

There’s a black wind blowing outside our gates

Trying to blow this place into outer space

There’s a black wind blowing

I was eighteen when I first came here

Me and my brother trying to disappear

He chose the prophet, baby, I chose you

From that day I feared what he could do

There’s a black wind blowing

Oh, there’s a black wind blowing

There’s a black wind blowing outside our gates

Trying to blow this place into outer space

There’s a black wind blowing

I took the corner then I gunned it hard

I drove my truck into your front yard

You came out running but I was too fast

I took out your legs and dropped you in the grass

There were people outside, I heard somebody scream

My whole life became a movie screen

I remembered us jumping on our mama’s bed

She was yelling be careful or you’ll bump your head

I put my gun up under your chin

My hand was shaking so I dug it in

You started laughing, said I understand

You wish you couldn’t but I know you can, you can

There’s a black wind blowing

Oh, there’s a black wind blowing

There’s a black wind blowing outside our gates

Trying to blow this place into outer space

There’s a black wind blowing