Lyrics:

(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; Dm7 AmE DmF G7 C 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, F G C