- Bob Dylan Thunder On The Mountain 歌詞
- Bob Dylan
- Thunder on the mountain, and theres fires on the moon
A ruckus in the alley and the sun will be here soon
Todays the day, gonna grab my trombone and blow
Well, theres hot stuff here and its everywhere I go
I was thinkin bout Alicia Keys, couldnt keep from crying
When she was born in Hells Kitchen, I was living down the line
Im 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 youre trying to run me away
The writing on the wall, come read it, come see what it say
Thunder on the mountain, rollin like a drum
Gonna sleep over there, thats where the music coming from
I dont need any guide , I already know the way
Remember this, Im your servant both night and day
The pistols are poppin and the power is down
Id like to try somethin but Im so far from town
The sun keeps shinin and the North Wind keeps picking up speed
Gonna forget about myself for a while, gonna go out and see what others need
Ive been sittin down studyin 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 whats 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 wouldnt betray your love or any other thing
Gonna raise me an army, some tough sons of *******
Ill recruit my army from the orphanages
I been to St. Hermans church, said my religious vows
Ive sucked the milk out of a thousand cows
I got the porkchops, she got the pie
She aint no angel and neither am I
Shame on your greed, shame on your wicked schemes
Ill say this, I dont 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 gonna happen, better roll your airplane down
Everybody going and I want to go to
Dont wanna take a chance with somebody new
I did all I could, I did it right there and then
Ive already confessed - no need to confess again
Gonna make a lot of money, gonna go up north
Ill plant and Ill harvest what the earth brings forth
The hammers on the table, the pitchforks on the shelf
For the love of God, you ought to take pity on yourself
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