i was born with the chinook wind howlin in my ears that rocky mountain gusty shit it dried me out for years way back i think my grandpa had a rope horse by that name all i know is god here comes that old west wind again there s lotsa kinds of problems and there s lotsa kinds of pain some will sweat the blazing sun and some rot in the rain here we got the chinook wind a blowin every day it s gonna send the good dirt east and leave a terrible migraine let her blow let her blow whisper me things that i don t know let her blow let her blow let her blow away illusions like she melts the driftin snow there comes a time i stood my ground and said i ve had my fill of that moisture sucking west wind roarin in off them hills before it flew me crazy i let it carry me away they told me son you ain t the first that breeze will drive a man insane let her blow let her blow whisper me things that i don t know let her blow let her blow let her blow away illusions like she melts the winter snow if you need me you can find me here waitin on a change staring at the distance and askin what it takes to make that old chinook turn back and blow the other way and maybe if i m lucky have it blow me home again