The Thunder Rolls - текст песни
The Thunder Rolls
Corrected by: Gaz [email protected]
(Pat Alger/Garth Brooks)
Three thirty in the morning
Not a soul insight
The city's lookin' like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield
There's a storm moving in
He's headin' back from somewhere
That he never should have been
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
Every light is burnin'
In a house across town
She's pacin' by the telephone
In her faded flannel gown
Askin' for miracle
Hopin' she's not right
Prayin' it's the weather
That's kept him out all night
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
CHORUS
The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
She's waitin' by the window
When he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him
Thankful he's alive
But on the wind and rain
A strange e new perfume blows
And the lightnin' flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
CHORUS
She runs back down the hallway,
Through the bedroom door,
She reaches for the pistol
Hidden in the dresser door,
Tells the lady in the mirror,
He won't do this again,
Tonight will be the last time,
She'll wonder where he's been,
and - the - thun-der - rolls
And the thunder rolls (stop)
CHORUS
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