40 years

Intro: F#m F#m E Bm F#m E I was born in the jungle With the sickening smell of cinnamon in the air Born in a white hole and I can't believe the colors here today Stuck on a circle I've never been blessed with elephant's memory Riding a red line nowhere If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for If it takes 40 years, put the money away If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need sir If it takes 40 years I want the thunder and the rain I was born in a good home Where the rising cost of raising children Was not a factor And I can't believe the things it does to me I'm filled with the white noise Well I never did much of anything anyway Jump on a big train nowhere If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for If it takes 40 years, put the money away If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need sir If it takes 40 years I want the thunder and the rain I'm gonna buy me a good heart, and a conscience, maybe raise some children Get me a good wife, and a God and God and God and God and Start me a new life with a six foot color television Start me a new life somewhere I was born on a warm night On the right coast, southeastern America Dead on arrival But you can't believe the things you hear today I'll fly me a white plane over water Over blue and green and Land in the ocean somewhere If it takes 40 years for the guns to be paid for If it takes 40 years, put the money away If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need sir If it takes 40 years well I want that thunder Yeah and I want that rain Oh well I want that rain Come on now, now gimme the thunder, gimme the thunder Gimme the rain I want that rain, I want the thunder and the rain