Bruce Springsteen - Stolen car

I ^Gmet a little g^Cirl and I ^Gsettled down In a little house ^Cout on the ^Gedge of town We got m^Carried, and swore we'd ^Gnever part Then little by l^Cittle we drifted from each o^Gther's heart

^GFirst I t^Chought it was just r^Gestlessness That would fade as time went ^Cby and our ^Glove grew deep In the end it was s^Comething ^Gmore I guess That tore us a^Cpart and made us w^Geep

And I'm driving a s^Ctolen car Down on Eldridge A^Gvenue Each night I w^Cait to get caught But I n^Gever do

She a^Gsked if I rememb^Cered the letters ^GI wrote When our love was y^Coung and b^Gold She said l^Cast night she read t^Ghose letters And they made her f^Ceel one hundred years ^Gold

And I'm driving a s^Ctolen car On a pitch bla^Gck night And I'm t^Celling myself I'm gonna ^Gbe alright But I ri^Cde by night and I t^Gravel in fear That in this da^Crkness I will dis^Gappear