(Robertson)
© 1970 Canaan Music, Inc.

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 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 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
It'll get the ol' woman right outta her shoe