Thunderstorm marches round the hills
Beating on his big, deep drum
Shaking the windows
Rattling the dishes and what nots
As old ladies fret over them
And their little dogs howl.
Beating on his big, deep drum
Shaking the windows
Rattling the dishes and what nots
As old ladies fret over them
And their little dogs howl.
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