through your auburn hair I coulda wound up anywhere But baby all I know is that every winding road led me... Here If those winds of change keep blowin
Sometimes I shave my legs and sometimes I don't Sometimes I comb my hair and sometimes I won't Depend of how the wind blows I might even paint my toes
(Insturmental and Vocals) Sometimes I shave my legs and sometimes I don't Sometimes I comb my hair and somtimes I won't Depend on how the wind blows
Sometimes I shave my legs and sometimes I don't Sometimes I comb my hair and sometimes I won't Depending on how the wind blows, I might even paint my
clouds I never seen the sky so blue I saw a Cajun man with a red guitar Singin' on the side of the street I threw a handful of change in his beat up
Where the children of tomorrow dream away In the wind of change The wind of change Blows straight into the face of time Like a storm wind that will
little trip around this glorious little globe of ours! we feature songs of many colors, and flags of lots of nations And the first stop on this whirl-wind
inside and scattered around Were pieces of her broken heart I gathered her up, the pieces I found I put her back together like a busted guitar Oh, but
rock and roll and you were just a fan But my guitar couldn't hold you so I split the band Love lies bleeding in my hands I wonder if those changes Have
bound by desire I'm bound to keep returning I'm bound by the beauty of the light The slightest change, the constant rearrange Of light upon the land I'm bound by the beauty of the wind
a cold wind blow Worked real hard most all of my life Bought a farmhouse out in the sticks Set by the fire most every night Working on my guitar licks
think. What the kids today...Because I feel like everybody's responsible, especially the kids. If they don't feel like they have to change anything or
prophet We ban that boogie sound Degenerate the faithful With that crazy Casbah sound But the Bedouin they brought out The electric camel drum The local guitar picker Got his guitar
am not alone But you can't put blood in a heart of stone I can only pray The winds of change will blow your way Blow your way Words and Music- Jane Guitar
raging, shifting winds of change Keep ripping away Draw a line in the sand and then make a stand Use your camera to spar, use your guitar When they act
Oh the changing of the seasons it's a pretty thing to see And though I find this balmy weather pleasin' There's the wind come from tomorrow and I hear
vision, baby, we got a vision That we just can't ignore It sure rains on our parade But the wind will change the clouds will fade A change will come
