| Song | Blown Away |
| Artist | Carrie Underwood |
| Album | Greatest Hits: Decade #1 |
| [00:01.64] | |
| [00:15.68] | Dry lightning cracks across the skies |
| [00:22.72] | Those storm clouds gather in her eyes |
| [00:29.72] | Daddy was mean ole mister |
| [00:33.74] | Mama was an angel in the ground |
| [00:37.10] | The weather man called for a twister |
| [00:40.30] | She prayed blow it down |
| [00:43.30] | There's not enough rain in Oklahoma |
| [00:46.62] | To wash the sins out of that house |
| [00:50.25] | There's not enough wind in Oklahoma |
| [00:53.65] | To rip the nails out of the past |
| [00:57.03] | |
| [00:57.44] | Shatter every window till it’s all blown away, |
| [01:03.97] | Every brick, every board, every slamming door flown away |
| [01:11.05] | Till there’s nothing left standing, |
| [01:12.95] | Nothing left to yesterday |
| [01:17.98] | Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away, |
| [01:24.14] | Blown away |
| [01:26.02] | |
| [01:32.47] | She heard those sirens screaming out |
| [01:39.52] | Her daddy laid there passed out on the couch |
| [01:46.46] | She locked herself in the cellar |
| [01:50.21] | Listened to the screaming of the wind |
| [01:53.59] | Some people called it taking shelter |
| [01:57.06] | She called it sweet revenge |
| [01:59.90] | |
| [02:00.34] | Shatter every window till it's all blown away |
| [02:06.96] | Every brick, every board, every slamming door flown away |
| [02:13.80] | Till there's nothing left standing |
| [02:16.53] | Nothing left to yesterday |
| [02:20.75] | Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away |
| [02:27.19] | Blown away |
| [02:32.41] | |
| [02:34.98] | There's not enough rain in Oklahoma |
| [02:38.49] | To wash the sins out of that house |
| [02:42.11] | There's not enough wind in Oklahoma |
| [02:45.51] | To rip the nails out of the past |
| [02:48.81] | |
| [02:49.28] | Shatter every window till it's all blown away |
| [02:55.96] | Every brick, every board, every slamming door flown away |
| [03:03.09] | Till there's nothing left standing |
| [03:05.26] | Nothing left to yesterday |
| [03:10.16] | Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away |
| [03:16.51] | Blown away, blown away, blown away, blown away |
| [03:45.48] |
| [00:01.64] | |
| [00:15.68] | Dry lightning cracks across the skies |
| [00:22.72] | Those storm clouds gather in her eyes |
| [00:29.72] | Daddy was mean ole mister |
| [00:33.74] | Mama was an angel in the ground |
| [00:37.10] | The weather man called for a twister |
| [00:40.30] | She prayed blow it down |
| [00:43.30] | There' s not enough rain in Oklahoma |
| [00:46.62] | To wash the sins out of that house |
| [00:50.25] | There' s not enough wind in Oklahoma |
| [00:53.65] | To rip the nails out of the past |
| [00:57.03] | |
| [00:57.44] | Shatter every window till it' s all blown away, |
| [01:03.97] | Every brick, every board, every slamming door flown away |
| [01:11.05] | Till there' s nothing left standing, |
| [01:12.95] | Nothing left to yesterday |
| [01:17.98] | Every tearsoaked whiskey memory blown away, |
| [01:24.14] | Blown away |
| [01:26.02] | |
| [01:32.47] | She heard those sirens screaming out |
| [01:39.52] | Her daddy laid there passed out on the couch |
| [01:46.46] | She locked herself in the cellar |
| [01:50.21] | Listened to the screaming of the wind |
| [01:53.59] | Some people called it taking shelter |
| [01:57.06] | She called it sweet revenge |
| [01:59.90] | |
| [02:00.34] | Shatter every window till it' s all blown away |
| [02:06.96] | Every brick, every board, every slamming door flown away |
| [02:13.80] | Till there' s nothing left standing |
| [02:16.53] | Nothing left to yesterday |
| [02:20.75] | Every tearsoaked whiskey memory blown away |
| [02:27.19] | Blown away |
| [02:32.41] | |
| [02:34.98] | There' s not enough rain in Oklahoma |
| [02:38.49] | To wash the sins out of that house |
| [02:42.11] | There' s not enough wind in Oklahoma |
| [02:45.51] | To rip the nails out of the past |
| [02:48.81] | |
| [02:49.28] | Shatter every window till it' s all blown away |
| [02:55.96] | Every brick, every board, every slamming door flown away |
| [03:03.09] | Till there' s nothing left standing |
| [03:05.26] | Nothing left to yesterday |
| [03:10.16] | Every tearsoaked whiskey memory blown away |
| [03:16.51] | Blown away, blown away, blown away, blown away |
| [03:45.48] |