Lyrics: Greg Brown. Hacklebarney. (I Sure Hope The) Tornado (Don't Come).

Snaky clouds are boiling in the rambling west
Fist beats thru my ribcage
Gonna tear apart my chest
I sure hope the tornado don't come
Shadows leap, can't get away
From the moving beast
If I had me a fast car I would
Gun it for the east
I sure hope the tornado don't come

I'd love to (love to) run out free
Into the raging storm
I'd love to love some women
Who wave those can-ya-take-it arms
I sure hope the tornado don't come
They say it takes you in a whirl
And you don't choose where to land
Creatures of the dreams you bury
Grab you by the hand
Oh tornado
I ain't ready to face 14 directions
Oh tornado
No!
But the trees begin to tremble
The grass begins to sing
The radio fella's yelling
He's not selling anything
I sure hope that tornado don't come
The mothers grab their children
The dogs all turn around
The ocean is in the sky
Some fool has turned it unside down.
I sure hope that tornado don't come