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{st:Russell Lawson}
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[E]the sun is hiding his head today, skies get darker and won't go away
looks like dusk but it ain't yet noon, a wicked wind is whipping cross the dunes
the sea is seethin' with the wind and tide, I close the window and I go inside
the waves are crashing out front on the rocks
and the water covers up the docks

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[B7]the clouds are black and they're [A]full of rain[D]
[B7]the wind is howling "it's a [A]hurricane"[D]
[B7]I said it once and I'll [A]say it again[D]
[B7]you'd better hurry,[A]  [G] it's a hurricane
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every summer it's always the same, a whirling storm with a woman's name
up the coast with a scream she rides, rain and wind swell the tides
she hurls herself at the naked beach, every town and city she can reach
tears up trees and knocks down walls
sweeps them all away like paper dolls

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I lock the shutters and I bar the door, I light the candle like I've done before
the rain is beating now upon the roof, the wind is shrieking, I know the truth
the worst is coming and it won't be long, I feel the fury of this woman, scorned
I close my eyes, start to pray
"please, God, let me see another day"

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in the morning down beyond the reef, debris and garbage lying on the beach
a piece of everything the storm had caught, half sunk in sand and on its way to rot
the sun has come back from his hiding place, to look down on me with his shining face
"too bad," he says, and I understood
too bad the hurricanes ain't gone for good.