Rolling Thunder
Album: Rolling Thunder
By: Thomas Young
By: Thomas Young
Duration
4:22
Genres
Description
This tune i a fiction tale of a lady wressler !!
Lyrics
When i saw her coming,she was heading rite for me, I thought about running,or climbing up a tree, Well she was as wide,as she was tall, And she reminded me,of a ten pin bowling ball, Well her reputation,preceded her, They said she was faster,than old Ben Hur, And when she got horny,she caused quite a stir, They said she could wiggle,just, like a fishing lure, Chorus They said when she, got like that,you could hear her rants, They said she grabbed one feller,by the ass of his pants, And she took him to the ground,and down for the count, And he hollered for mercy,as she started her mount, Bridge Well she was charged,with assault with a weapon, And when that poor boy, got up,he was long gone, There weren't no witnesses,just an ugly rummour, She pleaded not guilty,cause she was in a stupour, Well the word got around town,that she was set free, And that was very bad,for fellers like you and me, We'd better stay inside,when she is on the loose, She could be as dirty,as a Canada goose, Chorus+Bridge The word got out,she had a grip,like a grizzly bear, No one ever challenged that,not even on a dare, We heard she got a job,at the County Fair, They said she could apply a lip lock,just like the old gray mare, I guess she is famous now,they put her in the ring, She took on,one good old boy,and broke his peeing thing, Well she has whipped,everyone,west of the rockies now, There ain't nowhere, you can hide,she's a rolling east and how, Chorus