Hurricane Season
johnny o'donnell Lyrics
There’s a bend — a border round the end of East and 9th Street We was there — a throwback to the era of death by lightning
The gang was loose — we struggled with spruce and bitter night winds We was there — a throwback to the era of death by lightning
You’re the only friend I’ve got You’re the only friend I’ve got
We just got news that a hurricane is blowing tonight Just like last summer
Put your family in your old garage
Hold onto the people that you love the most
No doubt about this bitch could tear the roof of your house And just leave you hanging on
Forget your T.V. and your busted ass car
Focus on the things that you need the most
There they sit — the chainlink presidents were clapping loudly
Who could cross the bridge without the thought of death by drowning
You’re the only friend I’ve got You’re the only friend I’ve got
We just got news that a hurricane is blowing tonight Just like last summer
Put your family in your old garage
Hold onto the people that you love the most
No doubt about this bitch could tear the roof of your house And just leave you hanging on
Forget your T.V. and your busted ass car Focus on the things that you need the most
This could be our last night on earth —- let’s send it out with style, baby
The gang was loose — we struggled with spruce and bitter night winds We was there — a throwback to the era of death by lightning
You’re the only friend I’ve got You’re the only friend I’ve got
We just got news that a hurricane is blowing tonight Just like last summer
Put your family in your old garage
Hold onto the people that you love the most
No doubt about this bitch could tear the roof of your house And just leave you hanging on
Forget your T.V. and your busted ass car
There they sit — the chainlink presidents were clapping loudly
Who could cross the bridge without the thought of death by drowning
You’re the only friend I’ve got You’re the only friend I’ve got
We just got news that a hurricane is blowing tonight Just like last summer
Put your family in your old garage
Hold onto the people that you love the most
No doubt about this bitch could tear the roof of your house And just leave you hanging on
Forget your T.V. and your busted ass car Focus on the things that you need the most
This could be our last night on earth —- let’s send it out with style, baby
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Johnny O' Donnell
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