Garth Brooks - The thunder rolls

T^Amhree-thirty in the morning, ^Fnot a soul in sight ^EThe city's lookin' like a ghost town on a moonless summer ^Amnight ^AmRaindrops on the windshield, there^F's a storm moving in ^EHe's headin' back from somewhere that he never should have b^Ameen And the thunder rol^Gls, ^E and the thunder roll^Ams ^AmEvery light is burnin', i^Fn a house across town ^EShe's pacin' by the telephone in her faded flannel ^Amgown ^AmAskin' for a miracle, ho^Fpin' she's not right ^EPrayin' it's the weather that's kept him out all nig^Amht And the thunder rol^Gls, ^E and the thunder ro^Amlls^{G Am}

And the thunder rol^Fls ^G and the lightnin' strik^Ames ^{G Am} Another love grows col^Fd ^G on a sleepless nig^Eht ^{D E} As the storm blows o^Fn ^G out of contro^Aml ^{G Am} Deep in her hear^Ft ^G the thunder roll^Ams

^AmShe's waitin' by the window when he^F pulls into the drive ^EShe rushes out to hold him thankful he's ali^Amve ^AmBut on the wind and rain a st^Frange new perfume blows ^EAnd the lightnin' flashes in her eyes and he knows that she kn^Amows And the thunder rolls^{G E} and the thunder roll^Ams ^{G Am Am Am G Am}