Lyrics

I heard the news
They said you better run
A hurricane’s comin’
And it’s a son of a gun

It started churning’ in the Gulf of Mexico
I heard all about it on my short wave radio
Here comes the hurricane
Here comes the hurricane
Rain and wind, wind and rain
Rollin’ over Galveston like a freight train

Everybody take cover
It’s got its eye on you
South Padre Island
And Houston too

You better board up your windows
Board up your doors
A hurricane’s comin’
Like we’ve never seen before