"Workbench Songs"
Tornado Time In Texas
Well[Bm] the sky was blacker than a funeral suit
[Bm]Hotter than a depot stove
[Bm]Hide in the cellar
[Bm]Here comes Amarillo
[G]Blowing [F#]up the [Bm]road
[Bm]You got your hail stones big as hen eggs boys
[Bm]Clouds just as green can be
[Bm]Ol mother nature's raisin hell
She parked the [G]pickup [F#]in a [Bm]tree
Chorus:
Tor[D]nado time in [A]Texas
Take the [A]paint right off of your [D]barn
Tor[D]nado time in [A]Texas
Blow the [A]tattoo off your [F#]arm
Solo - Bm
Now when pigs fly, no I mean really fly
You can bet that it's blowin hard
Uncle Clarence was sittin in the out-house
Now he's sitting in the yard
And Granny's got the barn cat under her arm
She's got a dish pan over her head
Daddy's countin kids, four, five, six
You better bring a loaf of bread
Chorus
Solo - Verse Chords X2
Hidin in the cellar with cannin jars
Sounds like a train up top
Hold your breath, peek outside
To see what we ain't got
Well it'll take your wheat, take your corn
Even take the cotton balls
Suck the Red river just dry as a bone
And dump it on Witchita Falls
Chorus
Blow the tattoo off your arm...
Tornado Time In Texas
Well[Bm] the sky was blacker than a funeral suit
[Bm]Hotter than a depot stove
[Bm]Hide in the cellar
[Bm]Here comes Amarillo
[G]Blowing [F#]up the [Bm]road
[Bm]You got your hail stones big as hen eggs boys
[Bm]Clouds just as green can be
[Bm]Ol mother nature's raisin hell
She parked the [G]pickup [F#]in a [Bm]tree
Chorus:
Tor[D]nado time in [A]Texas
Take the [A]paint right off of your [D]barn
Tor[D]nado time in [A]Texas
Blow the [A]tattoo off your [F#]arm
Solo - Bm
Now when pigs fly, no I mean really fly
You can bet that it's blowin hard
Uncle Clarence was sittin in the out-house
Now he's sitting in the yard
And Granny's got the barn cat under her arm
She's got a dish pan over her head
Daddy's countin kids, four, five, six
You better bring a loaf of bread
Chorus
Solo - Verse Chords X2
Hidin in the cellar with cannin jars
Sounds like a train up top
Hold your breath, peek outside
To see what we ain't got
Well it'll take your wheat, take your corn
Even take the cotton balls
Suck the Red river just dry as a bone
And dump it on Witchita Falls
Chorus
Blow the tattoo off your arm...