Thunder Roar

Every morning around five am,

I roll out of bed and just shake my head,

Gotta get up early and earn that bread

Going to keep on doing this, till the day I’m dead,

Boss got me traveling up and down ninety five,

All the way from Northern Maine, to East Caroline,

From Monday morning till Friday at five,

Clock out, and party hard till the roosters rise,

Let’s light that fire, and let the smoke soar,

Kick the dust up, on the dance floor,

Drinking singles, and doubles, just letting the liquor pour,

Raise em’ up, baby, if you are shore….

Feel that thunder roar,

Midnight’s heavy, and the rain starts to fall,

Devil on my shoulder, I can hear him call.

This broken road’s got a hunger for pain,

But I keep on rolling like a runaway train.

Every scar’s a story, every sin’s a song,

Been chasing that fire, been running too long.

Let’s light that fire, and let the smoke soar,

Kick the dust up, on the dance floor,

Drinking singles, and doubles, just letting the liquor pour,

Raise em’ up, baby, if you are shore….

Feel that thunder roar,

Monday morning comes rolling, just feeling the pain,

Not sure what happened on this three day train,

Buckle up these boots and saddle up the reign…

Let’s light that fire, let the smoke soar,

Kick the dust up on the dance floor.

Drinking singles and doubles, let the liquor flow,

Raise ’em up high, baby, if you are sure.

Hear the midnight howl, feel that thunder roar…