Storm Blowing Slowly-The Woodbox Gang

Well it's night-time now My eyes are all watered My friends have all moved Where the sun's always shinin' I'm watchin' the weather With a Doppler radar There's a storm bustin' out of every Silver linin' By day I work At the Correction Center Where the men are corrected With poisoned gas And by night I Clock in on a bender To forgive myself And forget the past The strings of my heart are so tight They'll spare me no suffering tonight There's a storm blowing slowly Come Hell, or come holy To just blow me to the morning light Well, a killer winks behind the eyes of the Warden The Chaplain's ace Is in the dead man's sleeve There's a serpent hiding In every saint's garden Quoting the Scripture Behind laurel leaves The strings of my heart are so tight They'll spare me no suffering tonight There's a storm blowing slowly Come Hell, or come holy To just blow me to the morning light Well every bad man Has friends in low places Who shroud themselves In the darkness to hide But some of these Nearly departed hard-cases Avenge me with friends Of a whole different kind Now I'm constantly looking Over my shoulder At well-dressed fellas With hidden agendas I'm the mouse in the meadow Rolling the boulder And crushing the hopes Of the newly-forgiven The strings of my heart are so tight They'll spare me no suffering tonight There's a storm blowing slowly Come Hell, or come holy To blow me to the morning light Now the sun's risin' up And the storm is a-passin' A little rain A little lightnin' Outside the window Where the thunder was crashin' In their Sunday best, little boys are fightin' Innocence today, a guilty verdict tomorrow The civilized world has its civilized ways And every civilized world has one civilized fella To keep it all civilized With a lever to raise The strings of my heart are so tight They'll spare me no suffering tonight There's a storm blowing slowly Come Hell, or come holy To just blow me to the morning light Oh, the strings of my heart are so tight They'll spare me no suffering tonight There's a storm blowing slowly Come Hell, or come holy To just blow me to the morning light