ROLLING THUNDER
Your daddy was a waterboy In 1935
And later on he lived his life
Working in the mines
I often heard your mother say
There's black dust in the clothes
And when you start to breathe the air
The dust gets in your soul
The morning sun was peeping through
A single light was burnin'
A corner in the kitchen
Where he washed his hands
For workin'
I don't know why he bothered
They never did come clean
And all the years of workin' hard
Were buried deep within
Chorus
And now have you ever stood outside
And watched the sky in wonder
And know that underneath the ground is the sound
Like rollin' thunder
You work your day you take your pay
And all that they are givin'
And count the times you heard the line
Be thankful for this livin'
Sunday in the afternoon
Playing backyard poker
The coveralls were hanging up
And the shift was turning over
The lamps were all in darkness
Not a single light was shining
The whistle blows and some will go
Where shadows dare to follow
Chorus (2xRepeat)
And now have you ever stood outside
And watched the sky in wonder
And know that underneath the ground is the sound
Like rollin' thunder
You work your day you take your pay
And all that they are givin'
And count the times you heard the line
Be thankful for this livin'
And now have you ever stood outside
And watched the sky in wonder
And know that underneath the ground is the sound
Like rollin' thunder
You work your day you take your pay
And all that they are givin'
And count the times you heard the line
Be thankful for this livin'
You work your day you take your pay
And all that they are givin'
And count the times you heard the line
Be thankful for this livin'
Words and Music by Rita MacNeil
© 1995 Big Pond Publishing and Production Limited
RITA MACNEIL
OFFICIAL WEBSITE
THANKS TO CAROL MACLEAN FOR
THIS
& BUDDY PENNEY FOR THE MP3
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