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Lyrics

When you're ridin on the prairie, wind picks up a bit
Prairie grass waves a warning, and your pony's a little tense
Sky starts to darken; thunder starts to roll
THis is God's warning of the coming of the storm

Off in the distance, you see the lightning flash
You feel a little sprinkle, and a chill runs down your back
The cattle are gettin restless; sparks fly from their horns
This is God's warning, of the coming of the storm

Coming of the storm, coming of the storm
Coming of the storm, coming of the storm

(Instrumental)

Then he slowly moves the cattle down into the draw
Canyon walls of shelter; and the doggies begin to bawl
The cowboy cracks his ol bull whip, across the leader's horns
Holdin the herd together, in the coming of the storm

Coming of the storm, coming of the storm
Coming of the storm, coming of the storm

Many times, life has tried, to take this cowboy down
No one really understands, what makes up this man
He's made of all the things around, that make this land his home
And he knows how to handle, the coming of the storm

Coming of the storm, coming of the storm
Coming of the storm, coming of the storm