The Thunder Rolls (long Version)
Three thirty in the morningNot a soul insightThe city's lookin' like a ghost townOn a moonless summer nightRaindrops on the windshieldThere's a storm moving inHe's headin' back from somewhereThat he never should have beenAnd the thunder rollsAnd the thunder rolls.Every light is burnin'In a house across townShe's pacin' by the telephoneIn her faded flannel gownAskin' for miracleHopin' she's not rightPrayin' it's the weatherThat's kept him out all nightAnd the thunder rollsAnd the thunder rolls.The thunder rollsAnd the lightnin' strikesAnother love grows coldOn a sleepless nightAs the storm blows onOut of controlDeep in her heartThe thunder rolls.She's waitin' by the windowWhen he pulls into the driveShe rushes out to hold himThankful he's aliveBut on the wind and rainA strange new perfume blowsAnd the lightnin' flashes in her eyesAnd he knows that she knowsAnd the thunder rollsAnd the thunder rolls.The thunder rollsAnd the lightnin' strikesAnother love grows coldOn a sleepless nightAs the storm blows onOut of controlDeep in her heartThe thunder rolls
3rd Verse:She runs back down the hallwayTo the bedroom doorShe reaches for the pistolKept in the dresser drawerTells the lady in the mirrorHe won't do this againCause tonight will be the last timeShe'll wonder where he's been
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