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Thunder On The Mountain

Bob Dylan

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Thunder on the mountain and there's fires on the moon 
There's a ruckus in the alley and the sun will be here soon 
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To day's the day; gonna grab my trombone and blow 
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Well, there's hot stuff here and it's everywhere I go 

I was thinkin' 'bout Alicia Keys, couldn't keep from crying 
When she was born in Hell's Kitchen, I was living down the line 
I'm wondering where in the world Alicia Keys could be 
I been looking for her even clear through Tennessee 

Feel like my soul is beginning to expand 
Look into my heart and you will sort of understand 
You brought me here, now you're trying to run me away 
The writing on the wall, come read it, come see what it say 

Thunder on the mountain, rolling like a drum 
Gonna sleep over there, that's where the music coming from 
I don't need any guide, I already know the way 
Remember this, I'm your servant both night and day 

The pistols are poppin' and the power is down 
I'd like to try somethin' but I'm so far from town 
The sun keeps shinin' and the north wind keep picking up speed 
gonna forget about myself for a while, go out and see what others need 

I've been sitting down studying The Art of Love 
I think it will fit me like a glove 
I want some real good woman to do just what I say 
Everybody got to wonder what's the matter with this cruel world today 

Thunder on the mountain rolling to the ground 
Gonna get up in the morning walk the hard road down 
Some sweet day I'll stand beside my king 
I wouldn't betray your love or any other thing 

Gonna raise me an army, some tough sons of bitches 
I'll recruit my army from the orphanages 
I been to St. Herman's church; said my religious vows 
I've sucked the milk out of a thousand cows 

I got the pork chops, she got the pie 
She ain't no angel and neither am I 
Shame on your greed, shame on your wicked schemes 
I'll say this, I don't give a damn about your dreams 

Thunder on the mountain heavy as can be 
Mean old twister bearing down on me 
All the ladies in Washington are scrambling to get out of town 
Look like something bad gonna happen, better roll your airplane down 

Everybody going and I want to go, too 
Don't wanna take a chance with somebody new 
I did all I could, I did it right there and then 
I've already confessed - no need to confess again 

Gonna make a lot of money, gonna go up north 
I'll plant and I'll harvest what the earth brings forth 
The hammer's on the table, the pitchfork's on the shelf 
For the love of God, you ought to take pity on yourself 

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