Wind on the High Plains sounds like a freight train rolling So its ashame everybody but me must a seen the thing coming Its like that weatherman said; just like that weatherman said But you can't hear a thing with a boxspring over your head Mama climbed the tower for a look about an hour ago Then the power went out and who knows which way to go Its too late to tie it down Its too late to tie it down Hold on little sister there's a twister bout to hit the ground Now the rock of ages is broken Just an empty page where the book fell open Won't you blow me away Won't you blow me away If you show me a way Then I'll be on my way This home was torn apart long before the storm started raging I do believe mother nature's just waiting for the right occation I don't think mama would mind I don't believe that mama would mind Take a ride on the breeze and leave this drama behind Now the rock of ages is broken Just an empty page where the book fell open Won't you blow me away Won't you blow me away If you show me a way Then I'll be on my way The wind on the High Plains sounds like a freight train rolling Such ashame everybody but me must a seen the thing coming I don't think mama would mind I don't believe that mama would mind Take a ride on the breeze and leave this drama behind Now the rock of ages is broken Just an empty page where the book fell open Won't you blow me away Won't you blow me away If you show me a way Then I'll be on my way I'm on my way I'm on my way I'm on my way I'm on my way