The Thunder Rolls - Tanya Tucker

Three thirty in the mornin', not a soul in sight

The city’s lookin' like a ghost town on a moonless summer night

Raindrops on the windshield, there’s a storm movin' 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 a 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, and through 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

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