D
All the hope I had when I was young, I hope I
G           A
wasn't wrong
D
I miss those days so I sing a don't take the
 G          A
money song
D
That's why I'm up in my room tonight
          G
whistling wind out my teeth
           A
'Cause somebody didn't fix them nice (no)
D                                         G A
Well some things just don't turn out right (no)


[Verse 2]
D                                         G A
Kim's video closed and a war goes on and on
D
All the hope I had when I was young, I hope I
G          A
wasn't wrong
D
That's why I'm out in the street tonight
          G
whistling wind out my teeth
           A
'Cause somebody didn't fix them nice (no)
D
You know some things just don't turn out
     G A
right


[Chorus]
D       G           A         D
Rolling thunder had cursed my bedroom
D                G          A          D
Heard from your mother, she don't recognize you
D          G      A         D
Now Mickey Mantle left on a Sunday
D                      G    A
And all of the neighborhood rushes home to pray


[Bridge]
D                      G         A
Rolling thunder (yeah) cursed my bedroom (yeah)

We're rushing home to pray (yeah)
D                      G         A
Rolling thunder (yeah) cursed my bedroom (yeah)

We're rushing home to pray (yeah)
D                      G         A
Rolling thunder (yeah) cursed my bedroom (yeah)

We're rushing home to pray (yeah)
D                      G          A
Rolling thunder (yeah) cursed my bedroom (yeah)

We're rushing home to pray (yeah)
D                      G         A
Rolling thunder (yeah) cursed my bedroom (yeah)

We're rushing home to pray (yeah)
D                      G         A
Rolling thunder (yeah) cursed my bedroom (yeah)
D                      G         A
Rolling thunder (yeah) cursed my bedroom (yeah)


[Chorus]
D       G           A         D
Rolling thunder had cursed my bedroom
D               G           A          D
Heard from your mother, she don't recognize you
D          G      A         D
Now Mickey Mantle left on a Sunday
D                      G    A
And all of the neighborhood rushes home to pray