Storms Comin
Storms coming,
saw the angry red sky.
Went out back on the decking
a hummingbird was
dodging around but there was no feeder,
threw it away when she left.
Winds up, storms comin,
farm gates creaking and swinging
and that old oak cross-bar is real heavy
I made it that way.
Dogs rattled
the cat won't leave the damn kitchen
it gets under my feet
while I try to fix eggs in a skillet.
Yep, now I hear the loco coming,
seems like a tornado heading my way
but it's just the Chattanooga to Nashville line
winding its way around the property.
Storms coming though,
she wrote saying she ain't comin back.
Tonight I guess the storms gonna hit hard,
yep, from the barrel mouth of my own shotgun.
I sure see it coming.
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