Hunker Down

I’m walking with Missy out here in the woods, And the muse is right with me and life’s pretty good. The storm’s rolling in, and the wind’s blowing hard, The lawn chairs are lying all over the yard. It’s time to prepare and to close up the shop; I’m thinking the hammer’s getting ready to drop. The band on the radar is angry and red; Warm days in the springtime can get people dead. For nature’s a force, one to be reckoned with; Down here in the south, the tornadoes come swift. So we’ll keep an eye out, won’t drive into town, And if it goes bad, then we’ll all hunker down. ---------- just an average Spring day in North Alabama...