Thunderbird

I won’t worry ‘bout the things that I can’t change

The yonder roving doom or the trouble train

Just give me that dusty-throated singing in that western strain

My love for you might be young it’s wide as the plains

You shoulda seen him coming you shoulda seen him go

Alexander curls atop a calico

Now we haven’t heard a single word ‘nor bugle-blow

My love for you might be young it won’t be laid low

Thunderbird

Who is it shakes your blood

Who is it swims the water of your blue lakes

Thunderbird

Is it me you’re thinking of

If you gotta take somebody I hope it’s me that you take

The wine the Winnemucca and the Mardi Gras

Those old melodious fishes the piano caught

All those things that ring so ancient though their bells are not

My love for you might be young you’re the one that it wants

Thunderbird

Who is it shakes your blood

Who is it swims the water of your blue lakes

Thunderbird

Is it me you’re thinking of

If you gotta take somebody I hope it’s me that you take

Over and over I have prayed your name

Over and over and over again

Run between the railings honey slip between the seams

I’m seeing you in dreams

I loved you then I love you now I’ll love you into the gloom

I’ve never been the type to leave the party over-soon

Throw a rope around the sun I’ll throw a rope around the moon

My love for you might be young

It’ll take all afternoon

Thunderbird

Who is it shakes your blood

Who is it swims the water of your blue lakes

Thunderbird

Is it me you’re thinking of

If you gotta take somebody I hope it’s me that you take