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Look out, cleveland, the storm is comin through,
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And its runnin right up on you.
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Look out, houston, therell be thunder on the hill;
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Bye-bye, baby, dont cha lie so still.

G c
Was wednsday evenin when first we heard the word,
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It did not come by train nor bird.
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Twas when ben pike stepped down to say,
F g c
This old towns gonna blow away.

Chain lightnin, frightnin as it may seem,
Must not be mistaken for just another dream.
Justice of peace dont know his own fate,
But hell go down in the shelter late.

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Hidin your money wont do no good,
Build a big wall, you know you would if you could, yeah!
When clouds of warnin come into view,
Itll get the ol woman right outta her shoe.

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