All down through the holler
Something's just not right
No mockingbird or swaller
Was giving thought to flight
I took that last load of lightning
And headed for the ridge
Saw something mighty frightening
From the Buffalo River bridge
First there came the water
And then there came the hail
Lay down your sons and daughters
Pray the inside walls don't fail
I got back to the family
The wind came whipping in
The grown folks all could hear me
As I come up around the bend
Get the children to the cellar
Grab a bible if you can
Something wicked comes this way
To tear apart the land
Cut the horses from the stable
Put the fire out in the still
An evil wind is blowing through the hills
The lumber took to flying
The glass began to break
The thought of my family dying
Was more than I could take
I don't believe the words I'm saying
That witness old refrain
But down where we were laying friends
She sounded like a train
Get the children to the cellar
Grab a bible if you can
Something wicked comes this way
To tear apart the land
Set the horses from the stable
Put the fire out in the still
An evil wind is blowing through the hills
He left a still and three phillies
But Lord he left our souls
The day all we hillbillies
Went running for the holes
Get the children to the cellar
Grab a bible if you can
Something wicked comes this way
To tear apart the land
Cut the horses from the stable
Put the fire out in the still
An evil wind is blowing through the hills

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