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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everybody's and I want to go too
wanna take a chance with somebody new
I did all I and I did it right there and then
I've confessed, no need to confess again

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