Mouths Full of Thunder

Listen…do ya hear the thunder??…

GrizzlyJones…let’s get it…

MOUTHS FULL OF THUNDER

(Hhhhh… haaa…)

(Deep throat rumble: GRRRRMMM)

(Whispered) Ain’t no instruments…

Just flesh, bone, and thunder.

(Boom-k-tss, boom-boom-k!)

(Lip roll: Brrrrrr!)

(Throat bass: BWOOOM… BWOOOM…)

(Heel stomps, sharp tongue clicks)

Born where the blacktop dies in the dust,

Raised on hard work, pain, and trust.

Got a cracked-up voice like a screen door swing,

And a cold-blood heart that don’t fear a thing.

Night wind howl through the dead pine trees,

Mud on my boots, dirt under my knees.

No six-string twang, no drum machine,

Just a backwoods beast with a throat full of steam.

(K-tss, boom, k-tss, boom!)

Let that low-end shake the room!

(Click-click, hiss, GRRRR-HA!)

Wake them ghosts from the holler y’all!

MOUTHS FULL OF THUNDER! (HEY!)

SHAKE THAT GROUND! (HEY!)

MAKE THAT BASS TILL THE SKY FALLS DOWN!

(BWOOOM! BWOOOM! KAH-KAH-KAH!)

NO STRINGS! NO DRUMS!

JUST BLOOD AND LUNGS!

STOMP THAT FLOOR TILL THE NIGHT GOES NUMB!

MOUTHS FULL OF THUNDER!

LET THE WHOLE WORLD COME UNDONE!

Tchk-a-tchk, boom, let the throat bass crawl,

One rough voice gonna rattle these walls.

Tongue clicks snap like a rattlesnake bite,

Whisper low, then explode through the night.

Seen good men break, seen hard times stay,

Seen fake-ass friends turn and walk away.

But I stand ten toes when the cold winds blow,

Got a coal-black soul and a fire down low.

(Deep growl: RRRRMMM!)

(Whispered crowd: Don’t back down!)

(Beatbox: B-k-tss, B-k-tss!)

(Shout: SHAKE THIS TOWN!)

(Hoooooo… HAAAAA…)

(Click… click… tongue roll…)

(Deep throat bass: BWOOOOOM…)

(Whispered voices)

No strings…

No steel…

Just a heartbeat

You can feel.

MOUTHS FULL OF THUNDER! (HEY!)

SHAKE THAT GROUND! (HEY!)

RAISE YOUR VOICE, LET THE WILD RING OUT!

STOMP! (STOMP!)

GROWL! (GROWL!)

BACKWOODS VOICES GONNA SHAKE THESE WALLS!

(Boom…… boom……)

(Hhhhhhh… GRRRRMMM…)

Ain’t no instruments.

Just flesh, bone…

And thunder.