Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thunder on the Mountain, artist - Bob Dylan. Date of issue: 28.08.2006
Song language: English
Thunder on the Mountain |
| Thunder on the mountain, and there’s fires on the moon |
| A ruckus in the alley and the sun will be here soon |
| Today’s the day, where I’m gonna grab my trombone and blow |
| Well, there’s hot stuff here and it’s everywhere I go |
| I was thinking about 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 turn me away |
| The writing on the wall, come read it, come see what it does say |
| Thunder on the mountain, rolling like a drum |
| Going to sleep over there, that’s where the music is 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 popping and the power is down |
| I’d like to try something but I’m so far from town |
| The sun keeps shining 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, said my religious vows |
| As I’ve sucked the milk out of a thousand cows |
| I’ve got the pork chops, she’s 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 in Washington scrambling to get out of town |
| Looks like something bad is going to happen, better roll your airplane down |
| Everybody going and I want to go too |
| Don’t wanna take a chance with somebody new |
| I did all I could, 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. |