John Moreland Cleveland County Blues
My baby is a tornado
In the endless Oklahoma sky
Spinning devastation
And singing me a lullaby
And you're wrecking all the rooftops
When April turns to May
It wouldn't make a difference
If I could or couldn't stay
I fall back into love
And look up and then you're gone
But I still feel you storming in my bones
When I touch the hands of time
They won't mind what and where I've been
Woke up in Cleveland County
And you're picking up my pulse again
And we'll be tearing through your sheets
Or through the streets of this old town
Looking for the answers
To these doubts we drag around
And babe I never learned
You'll say the word and then I'll break
But I'll still feel your old familiar ache
So we're covered up in fiction
Chasing something true
But darling damn the luck
And damn the consequences too
I could bury all the memories
I could patch up all the holes
But I'd still feel your fingers on my soul
My baby is a tornado
In the endless Oklahoma sky
