The twister talk, twister talk
Twister talk, it's all in plan

It's got turning green, clouds looking mean
Sirens screaming but I'm chasing that dream
Pickup full of gas, dash full of codeine
Storm on my tail like I'm born in the same

Twister talk, we don't run, we ride
Down here we meet the storm out of eye
Crack a cold beer when the funnel get close
Southern soul, yeah, we do the most

Black clouds creeping over cotton rolls
Granny say pray but I'm ready to go
Got a GoPro taped to the dashboard tight
And a sawed-off shotty just in case it bite
Ain't no fear in a trailer park heart
Seen them touch down, tear a town apart
From Kansas City out of Tupelo
We learn young if you hear a better roll

If the wind start howling we holler back
Tires spinning like we running from the past
F-150 with the rebel flag scratch
Mixing whiskey with a funnel cloud flash

Ain't no basement, we built from the dirt
Lost two kin when that AF-3 burst
Still riding dirty with the Doppler app on
Bluetooth bumping that thunderstorm song

Twister dancing in the field like a ghost
We pull one out for the folks we lost most
We live fast, don't back down, nah
Even God knows we built for the brawl

I seen trails fly, seen skies cry
But I'm still here, boots in the mud dry
My roots too deep, can't blow away mine
I face the storm like it owe me time

Sky turning black and the trees been low
Devil in the wind but I still won't go
Truck in sport mode, heart in fight mode
Just the south where we ride that cyclone

Twister talk, we don't duck, we dive
Turn the rear view on and catch that ride
Southern blood, we storm born folks
Raise your glass when the thunder smokes