The Thunder Rolls By Garth Brooks
The night Marlena's son died she needed her husband, Don. The night she was raped, she tried to call him for help. But Don was in another woman's arms those nights.
Three thirty in the morning Not a soul in site The city is looking like a ghost town In an a moon summer night Rain drops on the windshield There is a storm moving in He is heading back from somewhere That he never should have been
And the thunder rolls... And the thunder rolls...
Every light is burning In the house across town She’s passing by the telephone In her fading flannel gown Asking for a miracle Hoping she’s not right Praying it’s the weather That’s kept him out all night
And the thunder rolls... And the thunder rolls...
The thunder rolls... And the lighting strikes Another love grows cold On a sleepless night As the storm grows on Out of control Deep in her heart The thunder rolls...
She is waiting by the window As he pulls into the drive She rushes out to hold him Thankful he is alive With in all the wind and rain Strange new perfume blows And the lighting flashes in her eyes And he knows that she knows
And the thunder rolls... And the thunder rolls...
The thunder rolls... And the lighting strikes Another love grows cold On a sleepless night As the storm grows on Out of control Deep in her heart The thunder rolls...
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