Rain hittin’ that tin roof, soundin’ like a cannonball fight,
Lightning crackin’ sideways, turnin’ midnight into daylight.
Got my boots in a puddle, but my heart’s in a deeper hole,
Storm’s got a rhythm, and it’s beatin’ straight through my soul.

Sky’s growlin’ like an old hound dog,
Wind’s hummin’ low like a freight-train fog,
Hear that rumble rollin’ in under—
That’s my cue… here comes the thunder.

Tin roof thunder, shake this shack apart,
Harmonica howlin’ like a wild, wounded heart.
Storm got teeth and it’s gnawin’ at the night,
But I play louder—
’Cause trouble sounds better in a fight.
Tin roof thunder, rollin’ through my veins,
Every crack of lightning feels like loosin’ my chains.

Got a six-string moanin’, every note’s a flash of pain,
Floorboards tremblin’ with the boom of the rain.
I ain’t hidin’ from the weather, I been livin’ in the storm,
Found a little freedom every time the sky gets torn.

Sky’s growlin’ like an old hound dog,
Wind’s hummin’ low like a freight-train fog,
Hear that rumble rollin’ in under—
That’s my cue… here comes the thunder.

Tin roof thunder, shake this shack apart,
Harmonica howlin’ like a wild, wounded heart.
Storm got teeth and it’s gnawin’ at the night,
But I play louder—
’Cause trouble sounds better in a fight.
Tin roof thunder, rollin’ through my veins,
Every crack of lightning feels like loosin’ my chains.

Let that sky split open, let the rain pour down,
I’ve been soaked before, but I never drowned.
If the thunder’s callin’, I’ll answer back twice—
Storms can break bones… but they can’t break my life.

Tin roof thunder, shake this shack apart,
Harmonica screamin’ like it’s tearin’ up the dark.
Storm got teeth and it’s gnawin’ at the night,
But I play louder—
I was born to battle sound with light.
Tin roof thunder, rollin’ through my veins—
Every crack of lightning feels like loosin’ my chains.