Tornadoes and Tequila

Tornadoes and tequila, are kind of like chasing you, I guess

One could bring destruction, one could make a man possessed

Flirting with a heartache, trying to stay ahead, of a storm that we know is coming soon

Tornadoes and tequila, kind of like chasing you

A little salt, a little lime, makes it easier to swallow at the time

But when the storm catches up, we'll both know it was all a lie

You're no good for me, I'm no good for you, but I keep on chasing just like Custer did the Sioux

Tornadoes and tequila, kind of like chasing you

I could run, I could hide, I could stay right here and down a few

If I caught you, if I found you, drank you all up, I'd still know the next storm's gonna brew