i look out to the east of the colorado sky the canyons are throwin dust in the storms eye and the storms gettin angry i know that its so it s fixin to blow a little more of colorado it seems to be a twister as the clouds begin to cry and there goes momma clothesline leavin on the fly here come the rain drops ten thousand four it s gonna wash away our little part of colorado the mules are gettin restless its hard to keep em shy don t they know they ve got to get us to the other side the fence is fallin down and the barns about to go as i watch the storm take away my part of colorado most of all we won our lives and that s a fact and what little were taking the wind wants it back run momma run and try to get the mules to go and god help us get the hell away from colorado