40 Years Lyrics & Chords By Counting Crows

Well I was born in the jungle, the sickening smell of cinnamon in the air,
Born in a white hole and I can't believe the colors here today,
Stalk 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 I'll put the money away,
If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need sir,
If it takes 40 years I'll walk the thunder and the rain.
I was born in a good home, where the rising cost of raising children,
Is 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 I'll put the money away,
If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need sir,
If it takes 40 years I'll walk the thunder and the rain.
I wanna buy me a good heart, and a conscience, and maybe raise some children,
I wanna get me a good wife, and a garden, garden, garden, garden,
I'll start me a new life with a six foot color television,
I wanna start me a new life somewhere.
Well I was born on a warm night on the right coast of south-eastern 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 gun to be paid for,
If it takes 40 years I'll put the money away,
If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need sir,
If it takes 40 years well I'll walk that thunder,
Yeah and I'll walk that rain, yeah I'll walk that rain,
Oh come on now, now gimme the thunder, gimme the thunder,
Gimme the rain, yeah I'll walk that rain,
I'll walk the thunder and the rain.