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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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