I look out to the east of the Colorado sky

The canyons are throwin' dust in the storms eye

And the storms gettin' angry I know that its so

It's fixin' to blow a little more of Colorado



It seems to be a twister as the clouds begin to cry

And there goes momma clothesline leavin' on the fly

Here come the rain drops ten thousand four

It's gonna wash away our little part of Colorado



The mules are gettin' restless its hard to keep 'em shy

Don't they know they've got to get us to the other side

The fence is fallin' down and the barns about to go

As I watch the storm take away my part of Colorado



Most of all we won our lives and that's a fact

And what little were taking the wind wants it back

Run momma run and try to get the mules to go

And God help us get the hell away from Colorado