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well the sky was blacker than a funeral suit |
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hotter than a depot stove |
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hide in the cellar |
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here comes amarillo |
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blowin down the road |
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ya got yer hail stones big as hen eggs boy |
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yer clouds as green can be |
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old mother natures raisin hell |
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she parked a pickup in a tree |
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tornado time in texas |
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take the paint right off of your barn |
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tornado time in texas |
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blow the tattoo off your arm |
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well when pigs fly,no I mean really fly |
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you can bet that it's blowin hard |
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uncle clarence was sittin in the outhouse |
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now he's sitting in the yard |
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granny's got the barn cat under her arm |
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she's got a dish pan over her head |
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Daddy's countin kids four five six |
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better bring a loaf of bread |
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tornado time in texas |
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take the paint right off of your barn |
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tornado time in texas |
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blow the tattoo off your arm |
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hidin in the cellar with the cannin jars |
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sounds like a train up top |
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hold your breath and peek outside |
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to see what we ain't got |
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it'll take your wheat,it'll take your corn |
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even take your cotton balls |
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suck red river just as dry as a bone |
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dump it on wichitaw falls |
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tornado time in texas |
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take the paint right off of your barn |
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tornado time in texas |