The Thunder Rolls Songtext
von Brooks Jefferson

3:30 in the morning, not a soul insight
The city′s looking 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 burning in a house across town
She's pacin′ by the telephone in her faded flannel gown
Asking for miracle and hopin′ she's not right
Praying it′s the weather that has kept him out all night
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls


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