Karaoké Thunder on the Mountain Bob Dylan

Thunder on the mountain and there's fires on the moon

A ruckus in the alley and the sun will be here soon

Today's the day gonna grab my trombone and blow

Well there's hot stuff here and it's everywhere I go

I was thinkin' 'bout Alicia Keys

Couldn't keep from cryin'

When she was born in Hell's Kitchen

I was livin' down the line

I'm wonderin' where in the world

Alicia Keys could be

I been lookin' for her even clear through Tennessee

Feel like my soul is beginnin' to expand

Look into my heart and you will sort of understand

You brought me here now you're tryin' to run me away

The writin' on the wall

Come read it

Come see what it say

Thunder on the mountain rollin' like a drum

Gonna sleep over there

That's where the music comin' from

I don't need any guide

I already know the way

Remember this

I'm your servant both night and day

The pistols are poppin' and the power is down

I'd like to try somethin' but I'm so far from town

The sun keeps shinin' and the North Wind keeps pickin' up speed

Gonna forget about myself for a while

Gonna go out and see what others need

I've been sittin' down studyin' the art of love

I think it will fit me like a glove

I want some real good woman to do just what I say

Everybody got to wonder what's the matter with this cruel world today

Thunder on the mountain rollin' to the ground

Gonna get up in the mornin' walk the hard road down

Some sweet day I'll stand beside my King

I wouldn't betray your love or any other thing

Gonna raise me an army

Some tough sons of bitches

I'll recruit my army from the orphanages

I been to Saint Herman's church

Said my religious vows

I've sucked the milk out of a thousand cows

I got the porkchops

She got the pie

She ain't no angel and neither am I

Shame on your greed

Shame on your wicked schemes

I'll say this I don't give a damn about your dreams

Thunder on the mountain heavy as can be

Mean old twister bearin' down on me

All the ladies in Washington scramblin' to get out of town

Looks like somethin' bad gonna happen

Better roll your airplane down

Everybody goin' and I wanna go too

Don't wanna take a chance with somebody new

I did all I could

I did it right there and then

I've already confessed

No need to confess again

Gonna make a lot of money

Gonna go up north

I'll plant and I'll harvest what the earth brings forth

The hammer's on the table

The pitchfork's on the shelf

For the love of God you ought to take pity on yourself