St. Louis Cyclone Blues

I was sitting in my kitchen,
Looking 'way out cross the sky,
I was sitting in my kitchen,
Looking out across the sky.
I thought the world was ending;
I started in to cry.

The wind was howling,
The buildings beginning to fall,
The wind was howling,
The buildings beginning to fall,
I seen that mean old twister coming,
Just like a cannonball.

The world was black as midnight,
I never heard such a noise before.
The world was black as midnight,
I never heard such a noise before.
Sound like a million lions
When they turn loose their roar.

Oh, people was screaming
And running every which away,
Oh, people was screaming,
Running every which away,
Lord have mercy on our poor people!
I fell down on my knees,
I started in to pray.

The shack where we were living,
It reeled and rocked but never fell.
The shack where we were living,
It reeled and rocked but never fell.
Have mercy!
How the cyclone spared us
Nobody but the Lord can tell.

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Published 12/1/00.

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