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The Thunder Rolls    (1989)

Three thirty in the morning, not a soul insight
The city's lookin' like a ghost town on a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield, there's a storm moving in
He's headin' back from somewhere that he never should have been
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

Every light is burnin' in a house across town
She's pacin' by the telephone in her faded flannel gown
Askin' for miracle, hopin' she's not right
Prayin' it's the weather that's kept him out all night
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

The thunder rolls and the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold on a sleepless night
As the storm blows on out of control
Deep in her heart the thunder rolls

She's waitin' by the window when he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him, thankful he's alive
But on the wind and rain a strange new perfume blows
And the lightnin' flashes in her eyes and he knows that she knows
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

The thunder rolls and the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold on a sleepless night
As the storm blows on out of control
Deep in her heart the thunder rolls

She runs back down the hallway to the bedroom door
She reaches for the pistol kept in the dresser drawer
Tells the lady in the mirror he won't do this again
Cause tonight will be the last time she'll wonder where he's been

Lyrics by Pat Alger and Garth Brooks.
Recorded by Garth Brooks; Tanya Tucker.

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