《 Bob Dylan - Thunder On The Mountain 》

《 Bob Dylan - Thunder On The Mountain 》

Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:

Thunder on the mountain, fires on the moon

There's a ruckus in the alley and the sun will be here soon

Today's the day, gonna grab my trombone and blow

Well, there's hot stuff here and it's everywhere I go

I was thinkin' 'bout Alicia Keys, couldn't keep from crying

When she was born in Hell's Kitchen, I was living down the line

I'm wondering where in the world Alicia Keys could be

I been looking for her even clear through Tennessee

Feel like my soul is beginning to expand

Look into my heart and you will sort of understand

You brought me here, now you're trying to run me away

The writing's on the wall, come read it, come see what it say

Thunder on the mountain, rolling like a drum

Gonna sleep over there, that's where the music coming from

I don't need any guide, I already know the way

Remember this, I'm your servant both night and day

The pistols are poppin' and the power is down

I'd like to try somethin' but I'm so far from town

The sun keeps shinin' and the North Wind keeps picking up speed

Gonna forget about myself for a while, gonna go out and see what others need

I've been sitting down studying the art of love

I think it will fit me like a glove

I want some real good woman to do just what I say

Everybody got to wonder what's the matter with this cruel world today

Thunder on the mountain rolling to the ground

Gonna get up in the morning walk the hard road down

Some sweet day I'll stand beside my king

I wouldn't betray your love or any other thing

Gonna raise me an army, some tough sons of bitches

I'll recruit my army from the orphanages

I been to St. Herman's church and I've said my religious vows

I've sucked the milk out of a thousand cows

I got the pork chops, she got the pie

She ain't no angel and neither am I

Shame on your greed, shame on your wicked schemes

I'll say this, I don't give a damn about your dreams

Thunder on the mountain heavy as can be

Mean old twister bearing down on me

All the ladies of Washington scrambling to get out of town

Looks like something bad gonna happen, better roll your airplane down

Everybody's going and I want to go too

Don't wanna take a chance with somebody new

I did all I could and I did it right there and then

I've already confessed, no need to confess again

Gonna make a lot of money, gonna go up north

I'll plant and I'll harvest what the earth brings forth

The hammer's on the table, the pitchfork's on the shelf

For the love of God, you ought to take pity on yourself

Songwriters

BOB DYLAN

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