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.`
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.
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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.