Well the sky was blacker than a funeral suit Hotter than a depot stove Hide in the cellar Here comes Amarillo Blowin' up the road Ya got yer hail stones big as hen eggs, boys Clouds as green can be Old Mother Nature, raisin' hell She parked a pickup in a tree Tornado time in Texas Take the paint right off of your barn Tornado time in Texas Blow the tattoo off of your arm ♪ Now when pigs fly, no I mean, really fly You can bet that it's blowin' hard Uncle Clarence was sittin' in the outhouse Now he's sitting in the yard Granny's got the barn cat under her arm She's got a dish pan over her head Daddy's countin' kids, four, five, six He better bring a loaf of bread Tornado time in Texas Will take the paint right off of your barn Tornado time in Texas Blow the tattoo off your arm ♪ Hidin' in the cellar with the cannin' jars Sounds like a train up top Hold your breath and peek outside To see what we ain't got Well it'll take your wheat, take your corn Even take your cotton balls Suck Red River just as dry as a bone And dump it on Wichita falls Tornado time in Texas Take the paint right off of your barn Tornado time in Texas Blow the tattoo off of your arm Blow the tattoo off of your arm The tattoo off of your arm