Cyclone Country

The road up here is rough and bumpy.
Driving up to the cyclone country,
Hanging out where the wild wind blows.
I wonder if I’ll ever see the sun no more.
I wonder… I wonder now,
Everything that moves will get wet,
Soaking to the bone like you’ll never forget.
Rain crashing down on the big red roof,
I hope that the thing will stay waterproof.
Riding out the hard rain,
Red mud flying in a four-wheeled drive,
Surfing down the whirlwind
Wonder if I’ll ever survive? … Cyclone Country
Young man, old man all the same,
Mighty heavy weight, can you bare the strain?
Cold water wakes you up with a blast,
And the snake bites at you but you’re too fast.
Riding out the hard rain,
Red mud flying in a four-wheeled drive,
Surfing down the whirlwind
Wonder if I’ll ever survive? … Cyclone Country
Dead quiet in the eye of the storm,
Never even know if a new day’s dawned,
Who cares anyway, nobody knows,
Where the storm comes from and where it all goes.
Riding out the hard rain,
Red mud flying in a four-wheeled drive,
Surfing down the whirlwind
Wonder if I’ll ever survive? …
Riding out the hard rain,
Red mud flying in a four-wheeled drive,
Surfing down the whirlwind
Wonder if I’ll ever survive? … Cyclone Country