Intro: C 



[Refrão]
F                    C 
 Look Out, Cleveland, the storm is comin' through, 
F                              C 
    And it's runnin' right up on you. 
F                  C 
 Look out, Houston, There'll be thunder on the hill; 
F                                 C 
    Bye-bye, baby, don't cha lie so still. 

G                                 C 
 Was Wedn'sday evenin' when first we heard the word, 
G                             C 
 It did not come by train nor bird. 
E7                                   Am   
 T'was when Ben Pike stepped down to say, 
F                G            C 
 "This old town's gonna blow away." 



[Refrão]
F                    C 
 Look Out, Cleveland, the storm is comin' through, 
Dm                              C 
    And it's runnin' right up on you. 
F                  C 
 Look out, Houston, There'll be thunder on the hill; 
D7                                 C7 
    Bye-bye, baby, don't cha lie so still. 

G7                            C 
Chain lightnin', frightnin' as it may seem, 
G                            C 
Must not be mistaken for just another dream. 
E7                                   Am   
Justice of peace don't know his own fate, 
F                G            C 
But he'll go down in the shelter late. 



[Refrão]
F                    C 
 Look Out, Cleveland, the storm is comin' through, 
F                              C 
    And it's runnin' right up on you. 
F                  C 
 Look out, Houston, There'll be thunder on the hill; 
F                                 C 
    Bye-bye, baby, don't cha lie so still. 

G                            C 
Hidin' your money won't do no good, 
G                            C 
Build a big wall, you know you would if you could, yeah! 
E7                                   Am   
When clouds of warnin' come into view, 
F                G            C 
It'll get the ol' woman right outta her shoe. 


[Refrão]
F                    C 
 Look Out, Cleveland, the storm is comin' through, 
F                              C 
    And it's runnin' right up on you. 
F                  C 
 Look out, Houston, There'll be thunder on the hill; 
F                                 C 
    Bye-bye, baby, don't cha lie so still. 

Outro: C7