Chasin’ Thunderclouds

Truck’s got mud, tailgate rattlin’ heavy,

Hittin’ the backroads, engines stayin' steady.

Arkansas skies breed dark kind of trouble,

Radar on my dash, heartbeat on the double.

We chase that storm, dance with the thunder,

Tornado twist, we pull people from under.

Clouds rollin’ thick, skies split asunder,

Arkansas grit, storm chasin’s our hunger.

Got boots on gravel, camera in hand,

Nature’s roar ringin’ through this Ozark land.

Wind got teeth sharper than a rattler’s bite,

We light up the dark like a dynamite fight.

Spin the wheel, feel the funnel growl,

Rollin’ straight to the monster’s prowl.

Folks runnin’ South, but we head Northbound,

Adrenaline our rhythm, that’s the storm chaser sound.

We chase that storm, dance with the thunder,

Tornado twist, we pull people from under.

Clouds rollin’ thick, skies split asunder,

Arkansas grit, storm chasin’s our hunger.

Mama said stay home, but the wrath calls my name,

Slingin' myself at nature’s wild game.

Each lightning strike, a flash of desire,

Chasin’ a sky painted in chaos fire.