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