Intro: C

Chorus:
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 ya 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."

Chorus:
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 ya 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.

Chorus:
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.

Chorus:
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.