Can’t keep the wind from blowing, can’t keep it
Can’t keep the wind from blowing, can’t keep it
Can’t keep it, can’t keep it
Can’t keep it
You think you’ve fooled me with your
Charade que vous êtes mieux
Well, I can see right through that
Yeah, I’ve got X-ray, too
Your lies just keep on going
The truth’s so far from view
Your tally keeps on growing
It’s all made up by you
Can’t keep the wind from blowing, can’t keep it
Can’t keep the wind from blowing, can’t keep it
Can’t keep it, can’t keep it
Can’t keep it
I have the power of study,
Which way the wind should blow
This system’s far less muddy
Than your dressed up snake oil show
So you bring in all your cronies
And you bring in all your friends
Your motives will expose you
Your words will be your end
Can’t keep the world from knowing
Can’t stop the water flowing
Can’t keep the truth from showing
Can’t stop the fire glowing
Can’t keep the rock from rolling
Can’t keep the wind from blowing, can’t keep it
Can’t keep the wind from blowing, can’t keep it
Can’t keep it, can’t keep it
Can’t keep it
S. J. Tucker spins soulful stories with a mix of fairytale and myth steeped in a healthy heartfelt dose of rhythmic jazzy blues. Yum! The Scrap Merchants