Tornado Time - Guy Clark

Well the sky was blacker than a funeral suit

Hotter than a depot stove

Hide in the cellar

Here comes Amarillo

Blowing down the road

You got your hail stones big as hen eggs boy

Your clouds as green can be

Old mother natures raisin hell

She parked a pick-up in a tree

Tornado time in Texas

Take the paint right off of your barn

Tornado time in Texas

Blow the tattoo off your arm

Well when pigs fly, no I mean really fly

You can bet that it’s blowing hard

Uncle Clarence was sitting in the outhouse

Now he’s sitting in the yard

Granny’s got the barn cat under her arm

She’s got a dish pan over her head

Daddy’s counting kids four five six

Better bring a loaf of bread

Hiding in the cellar with the canning jars

Sounds like a train up top

Hold your breath and peek outside

To see what we ain’t got

It’ll take your wheat, it’ll take your corn

Even take your cotton balls

Suck red river just as dry as a bone

Dump it on Wichita falls