

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Old wood sign by the two-lane road Tourist maps say “step back in time” But my granddad swung a pick down there Before the painted arrows Before the gift-line Rust-red dust on my Sunday shoes Bus-load kids chasing fool’s pyrite Guide says “imagine the darkness” and laughs I’m already halfway back in that night [Chorus] Big Thunder runs in my blood Hear it roll through the Black Hills mud From the timbers to the town That echo don’t fade Every vein in this ground got a name they made Big Thunder Take me under again [Verse 2] Hand on the rock where his number’s carved Faded chalk on the support beam grain Stories live in the drip of the shaft In the cough and the call and the coffee-stain Heard they hit a pocket in ’32 Fed six little mouths on a single vein Now it’s postcards Helmets Hard-candy bags But I still taste iron in the summer rain (oh yeah) [Chorus] Big Thunder runs in my blood Hear it roll through the Black Hills mud From the timbers to the town That echo don’t fade Every vein in this ground got a name they made Big Thunder Take me under again [Bridge] Turn off the lamps Let the dark lean in You can feel every hammer Where the quiet’s been Keystone lights up But the mountain stays plain Holding all the secrets And the first and last names [Chorus] Big Thunder runs in my blood Hear it roll through the Black Hills mud From the timbers to the town That echo don’t fade Every vein in this ground got a name they made Big Thunder Keep your thunder in my veins Big Thunder I’ll come walking back again
Tags
Roots rock band feel, male vocals; crunchy Telecaster riffs over a driving backbeat and warm bass. Verses stay low and story-driven; chorus lifts with big gang vocals and tambourine. Second verse adds harmonica fills, bridge drops to half-time with just kick, bass, and vocal before a final, anthemic chorus.
2:46
No
2/25/2026