| Dry lightning, cracks across the skies
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| Those storm clouds gather in her eyes
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| Daddy was a mean ole mister
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| Mama is an angel in the ground
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| The weather man called for a twister
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| She prayed blow it down
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| There’s not enough rain in Oklahoma
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| To wash the sins out of that house
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| There’s not enough wind in Oklahoma
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| To rip the nails out of the past
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| Shatter every window till it’s all blown away
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| Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away
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| Till there’s nothing left standing
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| Nothing left to yesterday
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| Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away
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| Blown away
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| She heard those sirens screaming out
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| Her daddy laid there passed out on the couch
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| She locked herself in the cellar
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| Listened to the screaming of the wind
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| Some people called it taking shelter
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| She called it sweet revenge
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| Shatter every window till it’s all blown away
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| Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away
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| Till there’s nothing left standing
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| Nothing left to yesterday
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| Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away
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| Blown away, blown away, blown away
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| There’s not enough rain in Oklahoma
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| To wash the sins out of that house
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| There’s not enough wind in Oklahoma
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| To rip the nails out of the past
|
| Shatter every window till it’s all blown away
|
| Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away
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| Till there’s nothing left standing
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| Nothing left to yesterday
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| Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away
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| Blown away, blown away, blown away
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| Away… |