Description
I Don’t Want the Thunder – song written by Henry Cross. Copyright 2025 – 2026
Verse 1
Sixty-two years in these battered boots,
Seen my share of heartache, paid my roots.
Signed those papers once, learned how to say goodbye,
Ain’t wearin’ rings no more—don’t ask me why.
I hang my hat where the neon hums,
Walk slow through nights where the cold wind comes.
Pre-Chorus
Time can smooth the edges, make a man move slow,
But I like my nights easy—keepin’ trouble low.
Chorus
I don’t want thunder, don’t need the rain,
Don’t want another promise that turns to pain.
Women bring trouble, they sting and they soothe,
Like aged whiskey—bitter, smooth.
So spin me ‘round, then set me free,
Put my heart up on that top shelf, please.
No more weddings, no more chains, no ties—
Just let me dance beneath neon skies.
Verse 2
Pretty waitress with that Sunday smile,
Old jukebox woman, linger for a while.
I’ll tip my hat, trade a joke or two,
But I ain’t signin’ up for them same-old blues.
I’ve felt the cold where a pillow lies,
Learned how to guard what I keep inside.
Pre-Chorus
A little company’s fine for one night’s song,
I’m steady on my feet—I won’t stay long.
Chorus
I don’t want lightning, don’t need the flame,
Don’t want a calendar callin’ out a name.
Women bring trouble, and they heal and they break,
They’re softer than whiskey, sharper than ache.
So spin me ‘round, then set me free,
Put my heart up on that top shelf, please.
No more promises, no more ties, no lies—
Just give me one dance beneath neon skies.
Bridge
Maybe I’m stubborn, maybe I’m scarred,
Maybe I’m wiser for keepin’ my guard.
But when she laughs and catches my eye,
I’ll tip my hat—might give it one more try.
Final Chorus (big, gospel-tinged lift)
I don’t want promises, don’t need a ring,
Don’t want the weight of anything.
Women bring trouble, Lord, they’re the spark,
Lightin’ the jukebox after dark.
So spin me once, then set me free,
Keep my heart on that top shelf, please.
No more weddings, no more chains, no lies—
Just finish this dance beneath neon skies.
Outro
Lead her left, spin her right, one last turn before the night.
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