Just wrote this the other day during the first thunderstorm of the Spring
Lyrics:
It's coming on the thunder rolls
Sat here in this house alone
Thunder preachin' loud and mean
Good Lord's bout to make this county clean
Wind chimes are singin' now
Smell of rain's got me thinkin' how
Your side of the bed's still sunken in
The thought of you comes ridin' on the wind
Like oh let it come
Like oh let it come
Got you heavy on my mind
Wish you were here this time in your
Black bra in the pourin' rain
The kind of wild ya can't contain
Your gone bout as fast as a lightin' flash
You get a glimpse then it's in the past
Shampoo suds fallin' with the rain
I can taste that memory when I down the pain
Like oh let it come
Like oh let it come
Attic rafters are creakin’ now
Hope that oak in the front yard holds his ground
He's holding on in the ebb and flow
Where you're headed on to only Heaven knows
Hot and cold is how you form
Tearin' through blowin’ out the door
Knowin' you is like a summer storm
I can feel you when you're gone and when you're comin' on
Like oh let it come
I can feel you in my bones now
Like oh
I hope that old oak tree holds his ground
Like oh let it come
'till the next one rolls around
Like oh let it come
Written by Dylan Andre
#acoustic #dylanandre #singing #country #gibson
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