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

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

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

Thunder on the mountain, rolling a drum
sleep over there, that's where the music coming from
I need any guide, I already know the way
Remember this, I'm your servant night and day

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

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

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

Gonna raise me an army, some tough sons of
recruit my army from the orphanages
I been to St. Herman's church and 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
I'll say this, I don't a damn about your dreams

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

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

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