Well the sky was blacker than a funeral suit
Hotter than a depot stove
Hide in the cellar
Here comes Amarillo
Blowin’ up the road
Ya got yer hail stones big as hen eggs, boys
Clouds as green can be
Old Mother Nature, raisin’ hell
She parked a pickup in a tree
Tornado time in Texas
Take the paint right off of your barn
Tornado time in Texas
Blow the tattoo off of your arm
Now when pigs fly, no I mean, really fly
You can bet that it’s blowin’ hard
Uncle Clarence was sittin’ in the outhouse
Now he’s sitting in the yard
Granny’s got the barn cat under her arm
She’s got a dish pan over her head
Daddy’s countin’ kids, four, five, six
He better bring a loaf of bread
Tornado time in Texas
Will take the paint right off of your barn
Tornado time in Texas
Blow the tattoo off your arm
Hidin’ in the cellar with the cannin’ jars
Sounds like a train up top
Hold your breath and peek outside
To see what we ain’t got
Well it’ll take your wheat, take your corn
Even take your cotton balls
Suck Red River just as dry as a bone
And dump it on Wichita falls
Tornado time in Texas
Take the paint right off of your barn
Tornado time in Texas
Blow the tattoo off of your arm
Blow the tattoo off of your arm
The tattoo off of your arm