Texty: Mason Jennings. Blood of Man. Black Wind Blowing.

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