Thunder on the Mountain Wanda Jackson

Thunder on the mountain, fires on the moon
A ruckus in the alley and the cops are coming soon
Today's the day, gonna grab my trombone and blow
Well, there's hot stuff here and it's everywhere that I go

Kept thinking about Jerry Lee, couldn't keep from crying
When he was born in Ferriday, I was living down the line
And I'm wondering where in the world could Jerry Lee be
I been looking for him clear through Tennessee

Feel like my soul is beginning to expand
Look into my heart and you'll sort of understand
You brought me here, now you're trying to turn me away
The writing's on the wall, come read it, come see what I say

He's got the pork chops, I've 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 dang about your dreams

Thunder on the mountain, heavy as can be
Mean old twister bearing down on me
All the ladies in Oklahoma scrambling to get out of town
Looks like a thunder of love, better roll your windows down

Everybody going and I want to 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