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

Wild, my breath of wonder Child, running like thunder Brace for the explosion Wild is for the open Locked in a mainstream melody Oh, I wanna take you in If you come around, I come a running Once through the fire again The weather, the wind is picking up

(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

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

I want to go home Oh, how I want to go home I want to go home, yeah Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City I dreamed about them cotton fields of home I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother And I dreamed about the girl who's

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

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

Practice, oh, no, never preach Seem like the life I feen Seem like the life I feen's a little distant, yeah Seems like the life I need Seems like the life I need's a little distant, yeah Light the remedy, yeah Sit back while I watch, repeat Do it on

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

Players only love you when they're playing Like a heartbeat drives you mad In the stillness of remembering what you had Oh, thunder only happens when it's raining Say women, they will come and they will go When the rain washes you clean, you'll know,