Thunder Road
Bruce Springsteen
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The scrFeen door slams BMary's Fdress sways Like a Fvision she dances
acrCoss the porch As the Bradio plays Roy Orbison singing for the Clonely
Hey that's Fme and I want you Bonly Don't turn me home again I Fjust can't face
mysCelf alone again
Don't Frun back inside darling Byou know just what I'm Fhere for
So you're scared and you're thinking That Cmaybe we ain't that Byoung anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the Cnight
You ain't a Fbeauty, but hey you're alrBight Oh and Fthat's alright with Cme
You can Fhide neath your covers And Dmstudy your pain Make Fcrosses from your lovers
Throw Broses in the rain FWaste your summer Ampraying in vain
For a Bsaviour to rise from these strC7eets Well now FI'm no hero
That's Dmunderstood All the redFemption I can offer, girl Is benBeath this dirty hood
FWith a chance to make it Amgood somehow Hey Bwhat else can we do C7now
Except Froll down the window BAnd let the wind blow Fback your hair
Well the night's busting open These Ctwo lanes will take us Banywhere
We got one last chance to make it Creal To Ftrade in these wings on some Bwheels
Climb in back FHeaven's waiting on Cdown the tracks
FOh oh come Dmtake my hand FRiding out tonight to Bcase the promised land
FOh Amoh Thunder Road, Boh Thunder Road C7oh Thunder Road
FLying out there like a Dmkiller in the sun Hey FI know it's late
we can Bmake it if we run FOh Thunder AmRoad, sit Btight take C7hold Thunder FRoad
Well I Bgot this guitar And I Clearned how to make it talkF
And my Dmcar's out back If you're ready to take that Blong Cwalk
From your Bfront porch to my front Cseat The door's Amopen but the ride it ain't Dmfree
And I Bknow you're lonelB/Ay For words that Gm7I ain't B/Fspoken
But tonCight we'll be free All the promises'll be broken
There were Fghosts in the eyes Of Ball the boys you Fsent away
They haunt this dusty beach road In the Cskeleton frames of Bburned out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street CYour graduation Fgown lies in rags at
theiBr feet And in the Amlonely cool before dawn
You hear their Bengines roaring on But when you Gmget to the porch they're Cgone
On the Bwind, so Mary climb Gmin It's a Btown full of losers
And I'm Cpulling out of here to Fwin.F
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