Storm Country Lyrics - Bob Weir

High desert, high plains 

Basin, and home range 

Ghost towns with no name... 

Storm country. 

Heaven is with us 

Clouds sweep the vistas 

Sage breeze will kiss us... 

Storm country. 

The glad cares asunder 

The herd stirs then thunders 

The heavens... we're under 

Storm country. 

The sky above the canyons 

Lost dogs and coyotes are gathering 

Wild is the night... 

Storm country. 

Wild is the night... 

Storm country. 

Storm country...