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Garth Brooks - The Thunder Rolls
Lyrics: Three thirty in the morning, 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 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 a miracle, Hopin' she's not right, Prayin' it's the weather That's kept him out all night ... Please Log In / Sign Up