The Thunder Rolls ( Garth Brooks ) Marcus Nimbler

The Thunder Rolls performed and programming by Marcus Nimbler written by Garth Brooks and Pat Alger 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 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