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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Vocals
Craig Swift
Craig Swift
Saxophone
Jack Lawrence
Jack Lawrence
Electric Bass Guitar
Jack White
Jack White
Guitar
Leif Shires
Leif Shires
Trumpet
Patrick Keeler
Patrick Keeler
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Songwriter

Lyrics

Thunder on the mountain, fires on the moon A ruckus in the alley and the [Incomprehensible] soon Today is the day, gonna grab my trombone and blow Well, there's hot stuff here and it's everywhere that I go Been thinkin' about Jerry Lee, couldn't keep from crying When he was born in Faraday, I was livin' down the line I'm wonderin' where in the world could Jerry Lee be I been lookin' for him clear through Tennessee Feel like my soul is beginnin' to expand Look into my heart and you'll sort of understand You brought me here, now you're tryin' to run me away The writing's on the wall, come read and come see what I say He's got the pork chops, I got the pie He ain't no angel and neither am I Shame on your greed, shame on your wicked schemes I know one thing, 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 Oklahoma scrambling to get out of town Looks like a thunder to blow, better roll your windows down Everybody goin' and I wanna go too Don't wanna take no 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 Thunder on the mountain rollin' on the ground Gonna get up in the morning, walk the hard road down Some sweet day I'll stand beside the King I wouldn't betray your love for any other thing The pistols are poppin' and the power is down I'd like to try something but I'm far from town Sun keeps shinin' and the North Winds are pickin' up speed Forget about myself for an hour to see what others need 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 and the pitchfork's on the shelf For the love of God, you ought to take pity on yourself I've been sittin' down studyin' love I think it might just fit like a glove I wanna real good man to do just what I say Everybody's got to wonder what's the matter with the world today Thunder on the mountain, rollin' like a drum Gonna sleep over there where the music's coming from Don't need a guide, I already know the way Remember this, I'm your servant both night and day
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