You ask me where I'm going
I say I'm doing time
They've got me on a leash now honey

They're tearing through my mind.

They say they've got me.

Murder of the first degree.
They've got me praying forgiveness
They want me on my knees.


Oh the storms coming now
You best be running now.

Oh the storms coming down
You best be running now.


So there I sat with cold hands
Caressing my gun and I said
Boy you don't know what you've done!

See I'm a man of my word
I'm a preachers son and
I'm gonna put you down for what you've gone and done!


Oh the storms coming now
You best be running now.

Look out! The storms coming round.
I'm gonna hunt you down!


The devil and his order
Are tugging at my feet and I cry
"Lord Lord come and save me!


Oh the storms coming now
You best be running now. Look out!

The storms coming round
I'm gonna shoot you down!