Tremolo Rain

[Jwalkin]

Oooh…
Wild rabbit running across the ground
Thunderclouds cover up the moon
Hairs standing up on the back of my neck
Wet feet in an electrical storm
Old crow dark as the evening sky
Night crawlers cast no shadow
Cross wind blowing like a hound dog howling
Bullfrogs, buzzards, and bones

Tremolo Rain, Tremolo Rain, Tremolo Rain, Tremolo Rain

Mister Tom is a shady cat
A hustler on Bourbon Street
He’ll pick your pockets, steal your watch
Go gambling on the Riverboat Queen
He fell in love with a Creole woman
In the House of the Rising Sun
She packs a 32-20 up under her dress
Turning tricks in Storyville

Tremolo Rain, Tremolo Rain, Tremolo Rain, Tremolo Rain
Oooh…

Over the bridge of lake Pontchartrain
In the back streets of the blues
The ghost of Lead Belly and his old guitar
12-strings and the truth
Barefoot shoeing striking a spark
Dancing with a cobra cane
Out on the corner, in the old French Quarter
Down in New Orleans

Tremolo Rain, Tremolo Rain, Tremolo Rain, Tremolo Rain
Oooh…