It's might still that this day's been sleeping'
Ain't been one bird up peepin'
Thunderheads been creepin' across the golden Oklahoma fields
Something 'bout that sky I've seen before
Sets a memory burnin', churning like them clouds are turnin' in an angry wheel
Well, Jody, run and get your sisters down from the hayloft
Pray your Ma gets held up down in town
Tornado's comin' down
Above the quiet field the sky is seethin'
Ain't no liven' thing that's breathing' easy
When the Lord of Light hurls down the demon of the sky
Just now Greg McKay drives up, rolls his window down and shouts
I just make out some words about my haystack's gonna fly
Well, Jody, son, I sure wish now that we'd had time to bail them
Just make sure you nail them shutters sound
Tornado's comin' down
Now we're runnin' for the storm cellar
Sky's aturned that darkish yeller color that a man don't wish to see but once in all his life
Hurry, girls, Amanda, don't you worry about Daisy, she's a big dog, she'll run some place she'll be safe where she can hide
Hear the wind start screaming and the air's alive with things of man whose rightful place was rooted on the ground
Tornado's com in' down
And here she comes touching down in sweet grain drivin' my poor windmill insane
s**in' down the furrows towards the place my Pa was laid to rest
A rattler twisting' down from some old hook
Strikin' like a scythe, writhin' like the Devil tryin' to wring his own neck
s**in' up long years of toil as if that sky was cravin' soil
Throwin' down a curse on fertile ground
Tornado's comin' down