Broadus

All the way to Broadus we heard
90 miles per hour winds and rain
Six or seven hours and
Two hundred eighty signs to kill the time

But the storm still got me down
Pulled on the doors and tore me out

All the way to Lincoln I heard
90 miles per hour winds and rain
Cowered in a basement
While the bartender smoked out in the hail

But the storm still got me down
Pulled on the doors and tore me out

There must come a time when we ask
Have we talked enough?
When every story comes back to ourselves
Who is it for?
I don't know

Boarded up my windows for a while
I don't wanna talk
I thought the skies were settled
I thought we would all get back to how we were

But the storm still got me down
But the storm still got me



Credits
Writer(s): Wendell Ratliff
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