There's 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 crying
When she was born in Hell's Kitchen, I was
living down the line
I'm wondering where in the world Alicia Keys
could be
I been looking for her even clear through
Tennessee
Feel like my soul is beginning to expand
Look into my heart and you will sort of
understand
You brought me here, now you're trying to run me
away
The writing's on the wall, come read it, come
see what it say
Thunder on the mountain, rolling like a drum
Gonna sleep over there, that's where the music
coming 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
picking up speed
Gonna forget about myself for a while, gonna go
out and see what others need
I've been sitting down studying 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 rolling to the ground
Gonna get up in the morning 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 St. Herman's church and I've 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 bearing down on me
All the ladies of Washington scrambling to get
out of town
Looks like something bad gonna happen, better
roll your airplane down
Everybody's going and I want to go too
Don't wanna take a chance with somebody new
I did all I could and 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
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