Tornado Ripe

Album: A: Enlightenment B: Endarkenment (Hint: There Is No C)

Tornado Ripe

 

Mama used to tell me that flies was the devil’s ears and eyes

A nd if you was to see a crow on a chimney, meant someody was fixin’ to die

I looked up on our shack late one day and saw a crow on a stove pipe

I looked up on our shack late one day and saw a crow on a stove pipe

 

 

Daddy come runnin’ in said “Gather everybody up, them clouds outside is tornado ripe”

W e was runnin’ to the cellar, when it began to rain and hail

W e was runnin’ to the cellar, when it began to rain and hail

The sky was black and jade now and them clouds had grown a tail

W e was hunkered down in the darkness and outside was a fitful sound

W e was hunkered down in the darkness and outside was a fitful sound

 

I t was if God hinself was belchin’ and growlin’ and spittin’ on the ground

M ama was cryin’, daddy was cussin’ little sister was just snifflin

M ama was cryin’, daddy was cussin’ little sister was just snifflin

 

W e come out of that hole in the ground, in all directions of the compass was death and kindlin’

We come out of that hole in the ground, in all directions of the compass was death and kindlin’

 

 

RWH: vocal, resonator slide
Seth James: electric guitar
Rick Richards: drums
George Reiff­: bass

 

 

 

 

 

Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard ©

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