The clouds started forming at five o'clock PM.
The funnel clouds touched down
five miles north of Russellville.
The sirens were blowing, clouds spat rain
and as the things came through, I swear, it sounded like a train.
"It came without no warning," said Bobbi Jo McLean.
She and husband Nolen always loved to watch the rain.
It sucked him out the window, he ain't come home again.
All she can remember is that "it sounded like a train."
Pieces of that truck stop, litter up the highway, I've been told.
And I hear that missing trucker ended up in Kansas. . .
or maybe it was Oz.
The Nightmare Tour ended for my band and me,
the night all the shit went down.
A homecoming concert, the night the tornadoes hit my hometown.
The few who braved the weather got sucked out of the auditorium.
And I can still remember the sound of their applause in the rain.
As it echoed through them storm clouds, I swear, It sounded like a train.