Bob Weir - Storm Country lyrics

High desert, high plains Basin, and home range Ghost towns with no name... Storm country. Heaven is with us Clouds sweep the vistas Sage breeze will kiss us... Storm country. The glad cares asunder The herd stirs then thunders The heavens... we're under Storm country. The sky above the canyons Lost dogs and coyotes are gathering Wild is the night... Storm country. Wild is the night... Storm country. Storm country...