| 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 you lie so still
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| Was Wednesday 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»
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| 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 you lie so still
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| Chain lightnin', frightnin' as it may seem
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| Must not be mistaken for just another dream
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| Justice of the peace don’t know his own fate
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| But you’ll go down in the shelter late
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| 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 you lie so still
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| Hidin' your money won’t do no good, no good
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| Build a big wall, you know you would if you could, yeah
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| When clouds of warnin' come into view
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| It’ll get the ol' woman right outta of her shoe
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| 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 you lie so still |