Blowing Through The Hills (Live)

All down through the holler Something's just not right No mockingbird or swaller Was giving thought to flight I took that last load of lightning And headed for the ridge Saw something mighty frightening From the Buffalo River bridge First there came the water And then there came the hail Lay down your sons and daughters Pray the inside walls don't fail I got back to the family The wind came whipping in The grown folks all could hear me As I come up around the bend Get the children to the cellar Grab a bible if you can Something wicked comes this way To tear apart the land Cut the horses from the stable Put the fire out in the still An evil wind is blowing through the hills The lumber took to flying The glass began to break The thought of my family dying Was more than I could take I don't believe the words I'm saying That witness old refrain But down where we were laying friends She sounded like a train Get the children to the cellar Grab a bible if you can Something wicked comes this way To tear apart the land Set the horses from the stable Put the fire out in the still An evil wind is blowing through the hills He left a still and three phillies But Lord he left our souls The day all we hillbillies Went running for the holes Get the children to the cellar Grab a bible if you can Something wicked comes this way To tear apart the land Cut the horses from the stable Put the fire out in the still An evil wind is blowing through the hills end