Lonnie Johnson St Louis Cyclone Blues
I was sitting in my kitchen : looking way out across the
sky
I thought the world was ending : I started to cry
The wind was howling : the buildings begin to fall
I seen that mean old twister coming : just like a
cannonball
The world was black as midnight : I never heard such a
noise before
Sound like a million lions : when they turn loose their
roar
Poor people was screaming : and running every which a‑way
I fell down on my knees : I started in to pray
The shack where we was living : she reel and rock but
never fell
How the cyclone spared us : nobody but the Lord can tell
