There’s not enough rain in Oklahoma To wash the sins out of that house
Written by Chris Tompkins & Josh Kear
Dry lightning cracks across the skies Those storm clouds gather in her eyes Her daddy was a mean old mister Mama was an angel in the ground The weather man called for a twister She prayed blow it down There’s not enough rain in Oklahoma To wash the sins out of that house There’s not enough wind in Oklahoma To rip the nails out of the past Shatter every window 'til it’s all blown away Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away 'Til there’s nothing left standing Nothing left of yesterday Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away Blown away She heard those sirens screaming out Her daddy laid there passed out on the couch She locked herself in the cellar Listened to the screaming of the wind Some people called it taking shelter She called it sweet revenge Shatter every window 'til it’s all blown away Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away 'Til there’s nothing left standing Nothing left of yesterday Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away Blown away There’s not enough rain in Oklahoma To wash the sins out of that house There’s not enough wind in Oklahoma To rip the nails out of the past Shatter every window 'til it’s all blown away (blown away) Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away (blown away) 'Til there’s nothing left standing Nothing left of yesterday (blown away) Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away Blown away, blown away, blown away, blown away