With very little warning
You hear thunder in the morning
Then the black clouds blot out all the starlight

Living in the country 
Ain’t much fun
Ain’t got no time
For my dog and gun

Love to go out walking
In the sun
Every day with
My dog and my gun

Thunder in the morning
You gotta go to work
Thunder in the morning
Don’t wanna go to work
Thunder in the morning
You gotta go to work
Thunder in the morning
Don’t wanna go to work

And all the chickens don’t make a sound
Even the foxes hide under the ground

The raindrops start a falling
Hear a pair of sheepdogs calling
It gets darker than ten moonless midnights

Working in the country 
Ain’t much fun
Ain’t got no time
For my dog and gun

Walking in the country
In the sun
Every day with
My dog and my gun

Thunder in the morning
You gotta go to work
Thunder in the morning
Don’t wanna go to work

Thunder in the morning
You gotta go to work
Thunder in the morning
Don’t wanna go to work

Storm gets closer with each boom
Sheet lightning brightens up your room
Whiter than the dazzling midday sunlight

Working in the country 
Ain’t much fun
Ain’t got no time
For my dog and gun

Walking in the country
In the sun
Every day with
My dog and my gun

Thunder in the morning
You gotta go to work
Thunder in the morning
Don’t wanna go to work

Thunder in the morning
You gotta go to work
Thunder in the morning
Don’t wanna go to work

Cows sound like Satan’s choir
Sheep run into electric wire
A whirlwind makes the ponies start to fight

Harry Rogers, In the old study, 8th October 2014 revised Friday 4th March 2016