SANTA ANA WIND Tom Russell Capo 1 (G) When these old adobe walls Turn to (C) dust and finally (G) fall And the creatures of the night call out your (D) name Mother (G) nature, she'll grab hold Of all the (C) things that we've let (G) go Here comes an ill-intentioned (D) wind that knows your (G) name In the desert it begins to build Near Gila Monster Hills A wisp of dust, then a whisper, then a curse Soon it's 90 miles an hour Near El Centro water towers Look out, El Cajon, you'll be the first Out old (D) Santa Ana Winds begin to (Em) blow Won't be no (C) saints come marchin' in No movie (G) stars or clergy(C)men Where will you (Em) run when that wind hauls 'neath your (C) door? When that (G) Santa Ana (D) Wind begins to (G) roar California, my home state, Cars of people sit and wait They know it's coming, they can feel it in their bones All that real estate and pride, All those Indians that died, While those Spanish priests danced the drunk Fandango Thay say that troubadours invented love A thousand years before the flood They rode from town to town, singing up the mystery Well, the wind sings its own song Moving patiently along Burning down the lies of Western History Out that Santa Ana Wind begins to blow Won't be no saints come marchin' in No cowboy stars or clergymen Where would you run when that wind hauls 'neath your door When that (G) Santa Ana (D) Wind begins to (Em) roar When that (G) Santa Ana (D) Wind begins to (G) roar