Bruce Springsteen - Thunder road

The scr^Feen door slams^Bb Mary's dr^Fess waves Like a v^Fision she dances acr^Coss the porch As the ^Bbradio plays Roy Orbison singing for the l^Conely Hey that's m^Fe and I want you o^Bbnly Don't turn me home again I j^Fust can't face mys^Celf alone again Don't r^Fun back inside darling^Bb you know just what I'm h^Fere for So you're scared and you're thinking That m^Caybe we ain't that y^Bboung anymore Show a little faith, there's magic in the n^Cight You ain't a b^Feauty, but hey you're alr^Bbight Oh and th^Fat's alright with m^Ce You can h^Fide neath your covers And st^Dmudy your pain Make cr^Fosses from your lovers Throw ^Bbroses in the rain ^F Waste your summer p^Amraying in rain For a s^Bbaviour to rise from these str^C7eets Well now ^FI'm no hero That's ^Dmunderstood All the red^Femption I can offer, girl Is ben^Bbeath this dirty hood ^F With a chance to make it g^Amood somehow Hey wh^Bbat else can we do n^C7ow Except r^Foll down the window ^BbAnd let the wind blow b^Fack your hair Well the night's busting open These tw^Co lanes will take us ^Bbanywhere We got one last chance to make it r^Ceal To tr^Fade in these wings on some wh^Bbeels Climb in back H^Feaven's waiting on^C down the tracks ^FOh oh come t^Dmake my hand R^Fiding out tonight to ^Bbcase the promised land ^FOh ^Amoh Thunder Road, ^Bboh Thunder Road ^C7oh Thunder Road L^Fying out there like a k^Dmiller in the sun Hey ^FI know it's late we can m^Bbake it if we run ^FOh Thunder^Am Road, sit ^Bbtight take h^C7old Thunder R^Foad Well I ^Bbgot this guitar And I l^Cearned how to make it talk^F And my ^Dmcar's out back If you're ready to take that l^Bbong w^Calk From your f^Bbront porch to my front s^Ceat The door's ^Amopen but the ride it ain't f^Dmree Bb Bb/A Gm7 Bb/F And I know you're lonely For words that I ain't spoken But ton^Cight we'll be free All the promises'll be broken There were gh^Fosts in the eyes Of al^Bbl the boys you s^Fent away They haunt this dusty beach road In the sk^Celeton frames of b^Bburned out Chevrolets They scream your name at night in the street^C Your graduation g^Fown lies in rags at thei^Bbr feet And in the l^Amonely cool before dawn You hear their ^Bbengines roaring on But when you ^Gmget to the porch they're g^Cone On the ^Bbwind, so Mary climb ^Gmin It's a t^Bbown full of losers And I'm p^Culling out of here to w^Fin.^F F C F Bb F C Bb C