Bruce Springsteen - Thunder road

^GThe screen door slams, Ch^Crissie's dress^G sways Like a v^Fision she dances ^Cacross the porch as the r^Gadio plays Roy^C Orbison singing for the ^G#mlonely Hey that's^F me babe and I want you o^Cnly Don't turn me ^Ghome again I ^Fjust can't face myself ^Dalone again toni^Cght Don't ru^Gn back inside, baby yo^Cu know just what I'm ^Ghere for So you're s^Fcared and you're thinking that maybe we ain't that young a^Cnymore ^CWoah and there's magic in the n^G#might You ain't a^F beauty, but hey you're al^Cright And that's al^Dright with me

You can ^Ghide 'neath your covers and s^Dtudy your pain Make ^Gcrosses from your lovers, throw ^Croses in the rain ^GWaste your summer ^Dpraying in vain for a ^Csaviour to rise from these ^Dstreets Well I a^Gin't no hero, that's u^Dnderstood All the re^Gdemption I can offer, babe is be^Cneath this old hood ^GWith one last chance to make it ^Dgood somehow Hey w^Chat else can we do ^Dnow Except r^Goll down the window and ^Clet the wind blow b^Gack your hair ^GWell the night's bustin' open and these ^Dtwo lanes will take us ^Canywhere ^CWe got one last chance to make it^D real To ^Gtrade in these wings for some^C wheels ^CClimb in back, it's waiting down ^Don the tracks

^GWhen I try hard Chrissie to ^Dunderstand I'm r^Giding out tonight to c^Case the promised land ^GBaby if you're born with no^Dthing in your hands ^CHey it's your only c^Dhance Well it's ^Glying out there like a k^Diller in the sun Yeah ^GI know it's late but we can ^Cmake it if we run ^GOh I wish you could c^Dome So ^Cleave what you've lost, leave what's grown^D old on Thunder^G Road

Well I g^Emot this guitar and I learned h^Cow to make it talk And my c^Gar's out back if you're ready to take that l^Dong walk From your f^Cront porch to my fron^Dt seat Hey the door's o^Gpen but the ride it ain't ^Cfree Climb ^DIn

^GWell there were ghosts in the eyes ^Cof the boys that you sent aw^Gay ^GThey haunt this dirty beach road in the sk^Deleton remains of burnt out ^CChevrolets ^CThey scream to you at night from the^D street Your graduation g^Fown lies in rags at th^Ceir feet And in the ^Glonely cool before ^Ddawn From your room you^G hear their engines ro^Dar on But when you^G get to the porch they'r^Ce gone, lost in the ^Dwind, so Chrissie climb ^Amin It's a t^Cown full of losers and I'm ^Dpullin' outta here to w^Gin