Thunder on the Mountain Chords by Bob Dylan

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Thunder on the mountain and the size of the moon.
The roughest in the alley and the sun run me against [Eb] the wind.
Today's the day I'm going to grab my trowel [Bb] and load them blue.
_ [F] Well, it's hot stuff here and it's everywhere [Bb] I go.
_ I was thinking about Alicia Keys.
Couldn't keep from crying when she was boiling in Hill's Kitchen.
I was living down the [Eb] line.
I'm wondering where in the world Alicia [Bb] Keys came.
_ _ [Bb] [F] I've been looking for her even clear through [Bb] Kansas City.
_ _ Feel like my soul is beginning to expand.
Took you to my heart and you would sort [Eb] of understand.
You brought me here, now you're trying to run me [Bb] away.
[Eb] _ _ [F] The writing on the wall, come read it, [Bb] come see what it says. _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Thunder on the mountain, rolling up the drum, gonna sleep over there.
That's where the music [Eb] coming from.
I don't need any guide.
I already know [Bb] the way.
_ _ [F] Remember this, I'm your servant [Bb] both night and day.
_ _ The pistols are popping and the power's down.
I'd like to try something, but I'm so far from [Eb] town.
The sun keeps shining in the north wind, keep picking up [Bb] speed.
_ [Eb] Don't forget [F] about myself for a while, go out and see what [Bb] others need.
_ I've been sitting down studying the art of love.
I think it'll fit me like a [Eb] glove.
I want some real good woman to do just what I [Bb] say.
[Eb] _ _ [F] Everybody got to wonder what's the matter with [Bb] this cruel world today. _ _ _
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_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ Thunder on the mountain, rolling through the ground.
Gonna get up in the morning, walk the high road [Eb] down.
Some sweet day I'll stand beside my [Bb] king.
[Eb] _ I would [F] betray your love or any other [Bb] thing.
_ Gonna raise me an army, some tough sons of bitches.
I'll recruit my army from the [Eb] orphanages.
I'll paint the St.
Hermit's church, set my [Bb] religious vows.
_ [F] I'll suck the milk out of a thousand [Bb] cows.
_ _ I've got the pork chops she can buy.
She ain't no angel and neither is [Eb] mine.
Shame on your greed, shame on your wicked [Bb] schemes.
_ [F] I'll say this, I don't give a damn about [Bb] your dreams. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Thunder on the mountain, heavy as can be.
Me don't twist a billion down on me.
[Eb] All the ladies in Washington are scrambling to get out [Bb] of town.
_ Look like [F] something bad's gonna happen, better roll [Bb] your airplane down.
_ _ Everybody going in, I wanna go too.
Gonna wanna take a chance, if somebody [Eb] knew.
I did all I could, I did it right there [Bb] and then.
_ _ [F] I've already confessed, no need to confess [Bb] again.
_ _ Gonna make a lot of money, gonna go up north.
I plan to turn on harvest when the earth [Eb] spins forth.
The hammer's on the table, the pitchfork's [Bb] on the shelf.
_ [F] For the love of God, God take pity on [Bb] yourself.
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I should have one.
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