Cyclone Country - 8 Ball Aitken

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