Cleveland County Blues - John Moreland

My baby is a tornado

In the endless Oklahoma sky

Spinning devastation

And singing me a lullaby

And you’re wrecking all the rooftops

When April turns to May

It wouldn’t make a difference

If I could or couldn’t stay

I fall back into love

And look up and then you’re gone

But I still feel you storming in my bones

When I touch the hands of time

They won’t mind what and where I’ve been

Woke up in Cleveland County

And you’re picking up my pulse again

And we’ll be tearing through your sheets

Or through the streets of this old town

Looking for the answers

To these doubts we drag around

And babe I never learned

You’ll say the word and then I’ll break

But I’ll still feel your old familiar ache

So we’re covered up in fiction

Chasing something true

But darling damn the luck

And damn the consequences too

I could bury all the memories

I could patch up all the holes

But I’d still feel your fingers on my soul

My baby is a tornado

In the endless Oklahoma sky