Texty

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