For you to feel alive Mine is yours and yours is mine In your honor I would die tonight Can you hear me Hear me screamin' Breaking in the muted skies This thunder heart Like bombs beating

And the sound of distant thunder. The tall weeds lay flat down On the hard flat Kansas ground. And a sad song in her head, Kept blowin' round. She barely even knew his name,

Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover Living in a land down under Where women glow and men plunder Where women glow and men plunder? And he said Traveling in a fried-out combie On a hippie trail, head full of

Looks good on that neon buzzin' on the wall But darling, it don't match your eyes I'm tellin' you You don't need that guy It's so black and white He's stealin' your thunder Baby, blue ain't your color Blue looks good on the sky

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

Trade them for a package of sunshine and flowers So, when you hear it thunder, don't run under a tree There'll be pennies from heaven for you and me Every time it rains, it rains pennies from heaven Don't you know each cloud contains pennies from heaven?

Whose bed have your boots been under? And whose heart did you steal I wonder? This time did it feel like thunder, baby? And who did you run to? And whose lips have you been kissin'? And whose ear did you make a wish in'? Is she the one that you've been

Thunder, thunder, thunder, thunder, thunder Thunder, feel the thunder Thunder, thunder, thunder, thunder, thunder, thunder Lightning then the thunder (thunder) Lightning then the thunder Thunder, thunder, thunder, thunder, thunder Just a young gun with a

Young, young, dumb and broke Young, dumb Thunder, feel the thunder Lightning, then the thunder, thunder Young, dumb, broke high school kids While we're young dumb Thunder, thun-thun-thunder, thunder Ya da da da da da da, ya da da da da da da Ya da da da

I'm gonna make it anyway It's not right, but it's okay Pack your bags up and leave Close the door behind you leave your key I'd rather be alone than unhappy And don't you dare come running back to me It's not right but it's okay Friday night you and your