(Chorus:)

F CE

Look Out, Cleveland, the storm is comin' through,

Dm7 AmE DmF G7 C

And it's runnin' right up on you.

F CE

Look out, Houston, There'll be thunder on the hill;

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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 AmG

T'was when Ben Pike stepped down to say,

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