The Bad Wind - Tony Joe White

He drink his last cup of coffee from the morning pot

Sun was going down

He loaded some shells in a twelve gauge shotgun

Got in his truck headed into town

He rode eleven miles stopped at a neighbor’s house

Said I might be gone for a while

If it’s not too much trouble and you get the time

Would you take care of cows

He drove into town with a bad wind blowing

Stopped at a bar he had frequented

He looked over the room with his pale green eyes

Had some shots off to kill

He walked out of the bar with a band wind blowing

One thing on his mind

He looked into the window of a small cafe

And already knew what he would find

His woman of twenty years was laughing and holding hands

With a man he’d never seen before

He went inside sat down at the table

Laid his shotgun on the floor

He never said a word and they both started crying

He could feel the heat in his chest

He could hear the bad wind howling

And he was ready to kill em all

And let God take care of the rest

No one will ever know why

He picked up the shotgun quietly left the room

The wind had settled down and was quiet as ashes

Took a deep breath and just stared at the moon

He felt peaceful inside headed back to his place

Sometimes it’s just best to ride away