I look out to the east of the Colorado sky
The canyons are throwing dust in the storm's eye
And the storm's getting angry,
I know that it's so
It's fixing to blow away a little more,
the Colorado
It seems to be a twister as the clouds begin to cry
And there goes Mama's clothesline living on the fly
Here come the raindrops ten thousand fold
It's gonna wash away our little parts of Colorado
The mules are getting restless,
it's hard to keep them shy
Don't they know they've got to get us to the other side
The fence is falling down and the barn's about to go
As I watch the storm take away my part
of Colorado
Most of all we want our lives, and that's a fact
And what little we're taking,
the wind wants it back
Run,
Mama, run and try to get the mules to go
And God help us get the hell away from
Colorado
I
look out to the east of the Colorado sky
The canyons are throwing dust in the storm's eye
And the storm's getting angry,
I know that it's so
It's fixing to blow away a little more,
the Colorado