Drake White - American Thunder

Yeah

Oh Lord put you six feet under
Here she come that American thunder
Oh Lord put you six feet under
Here she come that American thunder
American thunder

She's a cat call sidewalk New York City
Louisiana hot, baby LA pretty
Sky blue eyes, deep as Lake Michigan
Like a top gun flyby when she come back again

She's a knock you dead, thoroughbred girl next door
Have you hopin' and wishin' and beggin' for more
Look you in the eyes, bring you to your knees
Born to love and built for speed

Oh Lord put you six feet under
Here she come that American thunder
Oh Lord put you six feet under
Here she come that American thunder

(Here she come) American thunder (here she come)

Well she feels right at home in a CJ7
Loves you like the devil while she takes you to heaven
Goes undercover like the CIA
Makes a poor boy feel like he just got paid

Oh Lord put you six feet under
Here she come that American thunder
Oh Lord put you six feet under
Here she come that American thunder

(Here she comes) American thunder, yeah (here she comes, yeah)

Pink nails, pool shark, dart board debutant
Quarter in a jukebox
Honey tell me what you want
Bakes like a Betty, bucks like a brahma
Gets a little wild on that redneck drama
Daddy is a deacon at the Baptist church
Momma is the reason that she got them curves
Five inch heels on a hardwood floor
Thirty-four - twenty-six - thirty-four, shit

Oh Lord put you six feet under
Here she come that American thunder (here she comes, oh)
Oh Lord put you six feet under
Here she come, American thunder (here she comes)

Oh Lord put you six feet under (oh)
Here she come, American thunder
Oh Lord put you six feet under
Here she come, American thunder

Here she come, here she come, yeah
American thunder (here she come, here she come, yeah)
Here she come, here she come, yeah

Written by:
William Drake White, Erik Dylan Anderson, Randy Montana

Publisher:
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