(Oh) the thunder, Hell or Glory I don't want anything in between Then came a baby boy with long eyelashes Daddy said, "you gotta show the world the thunder!" Life's just a pay stub on death Only less diligent

And I guess that's why they call it the blues Time on my hands could be time spent with you Laughing like children, living like lovers Rolling like thunder under the covers Wait on me girl Cry in the night if it helps But more than ever I simply love you

None of us who cry know we can hope, break off Baby that's enough thunder Tell me are you with me Oh Ohwe can all stay down, on one out there So he's provoking our, on the one for out there Tell me are you with me? We can hope for heartbreak now 'Cause non

Ridin' 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin' from ol' John Law Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar Brother I'm hell on wheels Got the booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw Duct tape on that license

Ridin' 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin' from ol' John Law Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar Brother I'm hell on wheels Got the booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw Duct tape on that license

You got me comin', under fire Oh Ohyeah, I'm comin', under fire Is it any wonder, you got me comin' under fire? Comin' like thunder, you know you make me walk the wire Comin' like thunder You know you make me walk the wire Your kind of woman gotta heart of

And the thunder sounds like horses hooves Oh, I listen to her breathe And it makes me wanna wake her up And tell her that I'm on fire Listen to the rain It's just one of those days And listen to the rain fall on the roof With morning desire Here it is

Baby, it's about time, oh ohBringing back the sunshine Got my hands on the wheel and I'm flying Heart beat loud as the thunder rolls Lightning on the stampede of lightning roll I'm bringing back the sunshine Been forever since I've been gone Haven't held

I am an old woman named after my mother My old man is another child that's grown old If dreams were lightning thunder was desire This old house would have burnt down a long time ago Make me an angel that flies from Montgom'ry Make me a poster of an old

Oh, when the saints go marching in When the saints go marching in I want to be in that number I still, want to be in that number When the sun refuses to shine I'm going to sing aloud and thunder Oh, when the saints go marching in Yes, I want to be in