Hurricane

There's a cottonmouth sunnin' on my back porch
My wicker rocking chair is stuck beneath the stairs
Underwater in my hometown
And I'm up here in Tennessee watching my family
Wade for my momma's wedding gown

Oooh she's whistlin'
Oooh she's twistin' on you
Oooh she's a-comin' for, she's a-comin' for you

Not the only one in the attic's a mad woman
She's got her pictures in boxes, got her name on your locket
And it's floating down the bayou to downtown
And I'm up here in Tennessee, watching my family
Wade for my momma's wedding gown

Oooh she's whistlin'
Oooh she's twistin' on you
Oooh she's a-comin' for, she's a-comin' for you

Come thou fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing this grace
Cause this one washed away all that I ever had to say