Thunder road

smell of tar
burning, left far behind
like a flash, like a silver bolt
wind blowing, raising the sand
me and my girl
we are going down thunder road.

got to see where we go
got two notes, fuel broke
my girl has in her purse
a pink kerchief, wet from leaking nose
trembling wild
we are going down thunder road.

men coming with axe and sword
when they find me I am going down
their girl i pluck and steal
cry foul these dummies

thunder road,
thunder road,
we are going down thunder road
we don't know where we go
we are going down thunder road.