Из альбома: The Brown Album
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 cha lie so still
Was Wedn'sday 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"
Chain lightnin', frightnin' as it may seem
Must not be mistaken for just another dream
Justice of peace don't know his own fate
But he'll go down in the shelter late
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 cha 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
It'll get the ol' woman right outta her shoe
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 cha lie so still