Hurricanes

I grew up in Dallas

I forgot about it

On the day he told her

He would stay

He left Johnson County

Couple thousand bounty

Hammer full of nails

And he got paid

And all my spinnin’ wheels

Are forsakin’ what is real

On a rising, and a shame

On what he claimed

These god-damn hurricanes

When I got the letter

I was feeling better

Never should have left her

For New Orleans

But they killed the depot

Lay it down, so I go

Twenty-five had gone

So I came clean

And all that he had passed

Disappearing in the past

On a rising, and shame

On my own name

These god-damn hurricanes

Now I’m in El Paso

Never crossed the border

Into southern lands

And back again

Late at night I wonder

Just whose spell I’m under

Whispers on the wind

Foreshadow him

And all my own desire

Made of fences made of fire

On a rising

‘Aint it just a drop of rain

For the son of a hurricane

The son of a hurricane

The son of a hurricane