The Thunder Rolls
Garth Brooks
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DmThree-thirty in the morning, Bnot a soul in sight
AThe city's lookin' like a ghost town on a moonless summer Dmnight
DmRaindrops on the windshield, thereB's a storm moving in
AHe's headin' back from somewhere that he never should have Dmbeen
And the thunder rolCls, GAand the thunder rollsDm
DmEvery light is burnin', Bin a house across town
AShe's pacin' by the telephone in her faded flannel Dmgown
DmAskin' for a miracle, Bhopin' she's not right
APrayin' it's the weather that's kept him out all nigDmht
And the thunder rolCls, GAand the thunder rolDmlsCDm
And the thunder rolBls Cand the lightnin' strikDmesCDm
Another love grows colBd Con a sleepless nigAhtCA
As the storm blows Bon Cout of controDmlCDm
Deep in her hearBt Cthe thunder rollDms
DmShe's waitin' by the window when he Bpulls into the drive
AShe rushes out to hold him thankful he's aliDmve
DmBut on the wind and rain a Bstrange new perfume blows
AAnd the lightnin' flashes in her eyes and he knows that she Dmknows
And the thunder rolls CGAand the thunder rollsDmCDmDmDmDm
And the thunder rolBls Cand the lightnin' strikDmesCDm
Another love grows colBd Con a sleepless nigAhtCA
As the storm blows Bon Cout of controDmlCDm
Deep in her hearBt Cthe thunder rollDms
DmShe runs back down the hallway Bto the bedroom door
AShe reaches for the pistol kept in the dresser Dmdrawer
DmTells the lady in the mirror BHe won't do this again
ACause tonight will be the last time she'll wonder where he'Dms been
And the thunder rolBls Cand the lightnin' strikDmesCDm
Another love grows colBd Con a sleepless nigAhtCA
As the storm blows Bon Cout of controDmlCDm
Deep in her hearBt Cthe thunder rollDms