High and Away
High-o, high and away, tell me the tricks a tornado can play
High-o, high and away, tell me the tricks a tornado can play
Pick up my house and hurl it a distance
Dump it back down, and me on the floor
Hard as it hurt, it was nothing to losing
My man to a twister, oh ten years before
High-o, high and away, tell me the tricks a tornado can play
High-o, high and away, tell me the tricks a tornado can play
Pulled up another clean out of its footings
Dropped it and smashed it to matchwood, I swear
But in the henhouse, it rolled up to the treetop
The hen was still sitting, not an egg broken there
High-o, high and away, tell me the tricks a tornado can play
High-o, high and away, tell me the tricks a tornado can play
In the path of a twister there’s nothing will stand
Bowl a car down the street like an empty tin can
Our little post office, Mountainview, Arkansas
Carried away by a twister, oh lord
The letters returned to us down from Wisconsin
Showed just how far the mail fluttered abroad
High-o, high and away, tell me the tricks a tornado can play
High-o, high and away, tell me the tricks a tornado can play
I once had a box and a little book in it
With all of the words to the songs that I knew, then
One day it was lost, and I hadn’t the heart
No, I hadn’t the heart for to write them again
