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Lyrics

Verse 1
Sirens start howlin’ ‘bout a quarter past nine,
Sky turnin’ green like a neon sign.
Mama hollerin’, “Boy, get down in the cellar!”
But I’m crackin’ me a beer, leanin’ back like a rebel fella.
Wind pickin’ up, but I ain’t budgin’ an inch,
I’m Oklahoma born—storm season don’t make me flinch.
Clouds twistin’ up like they lookin’ for a fight,
But I’m the red‑dirt outlaw of this Friday night.
Lightning in the distance like a camera flash,
Thunder rollin’ in like a barroom clash.
Dogs barkin’ wild, but I’m cool as stone,
’Cause this ain’t my first rodeo in the danger zone.

Hook
🌪️ I’m an Oklahoma outlaw ridin’ through the storm,
Boots in the mud, heart weather-worn.
If the sky wanna rumble, let it come my way,
’Cause we dance with tornadoes down in OK.
Yeah, we stand tall when the winds get loud,
Red dirt roots keep my boots on the ground.

Verse 2
Pickup truck rumblin’ like thunder on the ridge,
Neighbors all hidin’ while I’m grillin’ on the bridge.
Twister in the distance lookin’ mean and proud,
But I’ve stared down worse—ain’t scared of no cloud.
Storm chasers flyin’ down Highway 33,
Camera crews hopin’ that it don’t take me.
But I’m laughin’ in the lightning, leanin’ on my tailgate,
Outlaw in the alley—yeah, this is my fate.
Wind starts whippin’ like a wild mustang,
Tin roof rattlin’ with a shotgun clang.
But I’m planted like a fencepost deep in the clay,
Ain’t no funnel cloud gonna blow me away.

Hook
🌪️ I’m an Oklahoma outlaw ridin’ through the storm,
Boots in the mud, heart weather-worn.
If the sky wanna rumble, let it come my way,
’Cause we dance with tornadoes down in OK.
Yeah, we stand tall when the winds get loud,
Red dirt roots keep my boots on the ground.

Rap Breakdown (Bridge)
Twister on the scanner, but I’m cool as ice,
Livin’ in the Alley got a roll‑the‑dice price.
From Guthrie to Norman, from Tulsa to Sayre,
We built different here—storms don’t scare.
Got a storm cellar door but it’s mostly for show,
’Cause an outlaw like me ain’t runnin’ from a blow.
If the funnel drops down, I just tip my brim—
“Welcome to Oklahoma, hope you know how to swim.”
Wind tryin’ hard to knock me off my land,
But I’m standin’ like a cross on a roadside stand.
You can hear that freight‑train roar for miles,
But we still crack jokes and trade storm‑season smiles.

Verse 3 (Extended Story Verse)
Granddad told tales ‘bout the twisters of old,
How they tore through the prairie with a heart so cold.
Said, “Boy, don’t fear what you can’t outrun—
Just respect the sky and the settin’ sun.”
So I learned to read clouds like a Bible page,
Every swirl, every shift, every thunderous rage.
Now I’m the storm‑season sheriff of this red‑dirt town,
Boots muddy, hat low, never backin’ down.
Kids in the cellar, but the old folks know—
We watch the horizon puttin’ on a show.
A dance of danger, a waltz of wind,
Where the brave stand tall and the scared stay in.

Final Hook
🌪️ I’m an Oklahoma outlaw ridin’ through the storm,
Boots in the mud, heart weather-worn.
If the sky wanna rumble, let it come my way,
’Cause we dance with tornadoes down in OK.
Yeah, we stand tall when the winds get loud,
Red dirt roots keep my boots on the ground.

Outro (Spoken / Half‑Rap)
Storm fades out, but the stories stay,
Just another wild night in the month of May.
If you hear them sirens singin’ their song,
You know Tornado Alley’s been an outlaw all along.