Wind on the High Plains sounds like a freight train rolling
So its ashame everybody but me must a seen the thing coming
Its like that weatherman said; just like that weatherman said
But you can't hear a thing with a boxspring over your head
Mama climbed the tower for a look about an hour ago
Then the power went out and who knows which way to go
Its too late to tie it down
Its too late to tie it down
Hold on little sister there's a twister bout to hit the ground
Now the rock of ages is broken
Just an empty page where the book fell open
Won't you blow me away
Won't you blow me away
If you show me a way
Then I'll be on my way
This home was torn apart long before the storm started raging
I do believe mother nature's just waiting for the right occation
I don't think mama would mind
I don't believe that mama would mind
Take a ride on the breeze and leave this drama behind
Now the rock of ages is broken
Just an empty page where the book fell open
Won't you blow me away
Won't you blow me away
If you show me a way
Then I'll be on my way
The wind on the High Plains sounds like a freight train rolling
Such ashame everybody but me must a seen the thing coming
I don't think mama would mind
I don't believe that mama would mind
Take a ride on the breeze and leave this drama behind
Now the rock of ages is broken
Just an empty page where the book fell open
Won't you blow me away
Won't you blow me away
If you show me a way
Then I'll be on my way
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
compositores: Graham Sharp
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