Workbench Songs

I ain't lookin' for trouble I can't stay here tonight I got to leave here on the double If I want to see the morning light Don't need no pistol for the tickets I've got just enough to get us down the line I don't know what happens next Your guess is

Well the sky was blacker than a funeral suit Hotter than a depot stove Hide in the cellar Blowin' down the road Ya got yer hail stones big as hen eggs boy Yer clouds as green can be Old mother natures raisin hell She parked a pickup in a tree Tornado