The Thunder Rolls
Garth Brooks
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AmThree-thirty in the morning, Fnot a soul in sight
EThe city's lookin' like a ghost town on a moonless summer Amnight
AmRaindrops on the windshield, thereF's a storm moving in
EHe's headin' back from somewhere that he never should have Ambeen
And the thunder rolGls, DEand the thunder rollsAm
AmEvery light is burnin', Fin a house across town
EShe's pacin' by the telephone in her faded flannel Amgown
AmAskin' for a miracle, Fhopin' she's not right
EPrayin' it's the weather that's kept him out all nigAmht
And the thunder rolGls, DEand the thunder rolAmlsGAm
And the thunder rolFls Gand the lightnin' strikAmesGAm
Another love grows colFd Gon a sleepless nigEhtGE
As the storm blows Fon Gout of controAmlGAm
Deep in her hearFt Gthe thunder rollAms
AmShe's waitin' by the window when he Fpulls into the drive
EShe rushes out to hold him thankful he's aliAmve
AmBut on the wind and rain a Fstrange new perfume blows
EAnd the lightnin' flashes in her eyes and he knows that she Amknows
And the thunder rolls GDEand the thunder rollsAmGAmAmAmAm
And the thunder rolFls Gand the lightnin' strikAmesGAm
Another love grows colFd Gon a sleepless nigEhtGE
As the storm blows Fon Gout of controAmlGAm
Deep in her hearFt Gthe thunder rollAms
AmShe runs back down the hallway Fto the bedroom door
EShe reaches for the pistol kept in the dresser Amdrawer
AmTells the lady in the mirror FHe won't do this again
ECause tonight will be the last time she'll wonder where he'Ams been
And the thunder rolFls Gand the lightnin' strikAmesGAm
Another love grows colFd Gon a sleepless nigEhtGE
As the storm blows Fon Gout of controAmlGAm
Deep in her hearFt Gthe thunder rollAms