Tornado by Craig Plumlee

Look at the sky,
It's actin’ suspicious
Don't even try, you can't outguess it

Out on the plains
You never stop runnin’
Sounds like a train before you see it comin’

I saw one touch down
It twisted and turned around
Then I found my shelter
In a cellar underground
You find out real fast
When hail starts to fall
That worldly possessions don't matter at all

Sirens are loud
And a hard wind is blowin’
Do you see those dark clouds and the size they are growin’?

Pray for your life
And hold onto somethin’
Just close your eyes to feel your heart thumpin’

I saw one touch down
It twisted and turned around
Then I found my shelter
In a cellar underground
You find out real fast
When hail starts to fall
That worldly possessions don't matter at all

• Folk
• americana
• folk
• indie
• lyricist
• oklahoma
• poetic
• roots folk
• singer-songwriter
• tornado
• Tulsa