Hurricane

Here comes that hurricane
End of the summer brings the barrels of rain
Red skies in the mornin
All the captains better heed the warnin

When my hounds come around
Better be no snakes
Crawling in the trees or the clouds
Because my sin sits in vain
All of gods lessons
Paved in the back of my brain

Waiting for that storm
Louisiana roads
That hurricane bayou
Take you to that lord

When you reach for that hand
And all you get, is two fists full of sand
But don't reach for that gun
Could be the last day
You'll be under the sun

Waiting for that storm
Louisiana roads
That hurricane bayou
Take you to that lord



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Austin Lawless
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