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Look Out, Cleveland, the storm is comin' through, |
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And it's runnin' right up on you. |
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Look out, Houston, There'll be thunder on the hill; |
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Bye-bye, baby, don't cha lie so still. |
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Was Wedn'sday evenin' when first we heard the word, |
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It did not come by train nor bird. |
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T'was when Ben Pike stepped down to say, |
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"This old town's gonna blow away." |
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Chain lightnin', frightnin' as it may seem, |
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Must not be mistaken for just another dream. |
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Justice of peace don't know his own fate, |
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But he'll go down in the shelter late. |
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Hidin' your money won't do no good, |
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Build a big wall, you know you would if you could, yeah! |
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When clouds of warnin' come into view, |
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It'll get the ol' woman right outta her shoe. |
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