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