Artist: Bruce Springsteen
Song: Thunder Road
Capo 3
Play in D; actually in F.
D G D-A-D
Screen door slams, Mary's dress waves
F#m G
Like a vision dancing across the porch as the radio plays
A D G
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely, hey that's me and I want you only
D A
Don't turn me home again, I just can't face myself alone again
D G D-A-D
Don't run back inside, honey, you know just what I'm here for
And you're scared and you're thinking that
F#m G
Maybe we ain't that young any more
A
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
D G
You ain't a beauty but eh, you're all right
D A
Oh and that's alright with me
D G
You can hide 'neath your covers and study your pain,
D G
Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain
D F#m G A
Waste your summer praying in vain for a savior to rise from these streets
D G
Well now I'm no hero that's understood
D G
All the redemption I can offer girl is beneath this dirty hood
D F#m G A
With a chance to make it good somehow hey what else can we do now except
D G D-A-D
Roll down the window and let the wind blow back our hair
F#m G
Well the night's busted open these two lanes can take us anywhere
A
We got one last chance to make it real
D G
To trade in these wings on some wheels
D A
Climb in back, heaven's waiting on down the tracks
D A D G
Ohh come take my hand We're ridin out tonight to case the Promised Land
D F#m G A
Oh Thunder Road, Oh Thunder road, Oh Thunder Road
D F#m
Lyin' out there like a killer in the dark
D G
Hey I know it's late, we can make it if we run
D F#m G A D
Oh Thunder Road, sit tight, take hold, Thunder Road
G A D
So I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk
Bm G A
And my car's out back if you're ready to take that long walk
G A
From your front porch to my front seat
F#m Bm
Door's open but the ride ain't free
G GM7 Em7 Em
Well I know you've been waiting for words that I ain't spoken
A
Well tonight we'll be free--all the promises will be broken
G A D
There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
Bm
They drive this dusty beach road in the skeleton frames of
G A
Burned-out Chevrolets
G A
They scream your name at night in the street
F#m Bm
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
G Em
And in the lonely cool before dawn you hear their engines roaring on
G A G Em
Until you get to the porch, they're gone on the wind so Mary climb in
G A D
It's a town full of losers and we're pulling out of here to win
