A Perfect Day To Chase Tornados - Jim White

Way down south I know a girl who is blind

She walks alone along a lonely highway each day

She dreams that one day a man will pull up in a car

He’ll open up the door, she’ll climb in and he will say:

«Hey babe, whatcha know?

Hope you’re ready to go

'Cause today’s a perfect day to chase tornados.»

Yeah when the wild wind whips around your head you know, that you have found a

perfect day to chase tornados

And what about that preacher man on the run from the law?

He killed a girl in Memphis and ran 'till the dogs tracked him down

They shot him by the river and as he lay dying in the mud

Well someone asked him, «Hey, Preacher, where’s your soul going now?»

And Preacher said, «Well, I do not know, but wherever it is I’ll gladly go…

'Cause today’s a perfect day to chase tornados.»

Yeah when the wild wind kicks around your head you know, that you have found a

perfect day to chase tornados

Sometimes I think that the sky is a prison and the earth is a grave

And sometimes I feel like Jesus, in some Chinese opera

And sometimes I’m glad I built my mansion from crazy little stones

But sometimes I feel so goddamned trapped by everything that I know

And I wish it wasn’t so, cause the only thing that anyone should ever know

Is that today’s a perfect day to chase tornados

Yeah, when the wild wind whips around your head you know

That you have found a perfect day to chase tornados