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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got the chops, she got the pie
She ain't no angel and am I
Shame on your greed, shame on wicked schemes
say this, I don't give a damn about your dreams

Thunder on the mountain as can be
old twister bearing down on me
All the ladies of scrambling to get out of town
Looks like something bad gonna happen, better roll your down

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

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