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Chords Used: (E): 022100 (A): 002220 (B): 224432 (Dm): 000231 (G#m): 466444
TheE screen door slamAs Mary's Edress waves Like a vision she dancesB across the porch As the Aradio plays Roy Orbison singing for the Blonely Hey that's Eme and I want you Aonly
Don't turn me home again
I Ejust can't face myself Balone again Don't Erun back inside darling Ayou know just what I'm Ehere for
So you're scared and you're thinking
That Bmaybe we ain't that Ayoung anymore Show a little faith, there's magic inB the night You aiEn't a beauty, but hey youA're alright Oh and Ethat's alright with Bme
YoEu can hide 'neath your covers And Bstudy your pain MakeE crosses from your lovers AThrow roses in the rain EWaste yBour summer praying in vain For a Asavior to rise frBom these streets WelEl now I'm no hero That's Aunderstood AllE the redemption I can offer, girl Is Abeneath this dirty hood EWith a chBance to make it good somehow Hey Awhat elsBe can we do now Except Eroll down the window And Alet the wind blowE back your hair
Well the night's busting open
These Btwo lanes will takAe us anywhere We got one last chance to make it Breal To Etrade in Athese wings on some wheels CliEmb in back Heaven's waBiting on down the tracks
EOh oh comeA take my hand ARiding out Etonight to case the promised land Oh Eoh ThundeAr Road, oh Thunder Road Boh Thunder Road ELying out thAere like a killer in the sun Hey EI know it's lAate we Ecan make it if we run OhE Thunder RAoad, sit tBight, take hold Thunder ERoad
Well I Agot this guitar And I Blearned how tEo make it talk And my Acar's out back If you're rAeady Bto take that long walk FromA your froBnt porch to my front seat The door's G#mopen but theA ride it ain't free And AI know you're lonely
For words that I ain't spoken
But Btonight we'll be free All the promises'll be broken There were Eghosts in the eyes A R Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the Bskeleton frames of Aburned out Chevrolets They Bscream your name at night in the street YourE graduatioAn gown lies in rags at their feet And in the Alonely cool before dawn You hear their Aengines roaring on But wheDmn you get to the porch theBy're gone On the Bwind, so Mary climb Dmin It's a Atown full of losers And I'm Bpulling out of hEere to win.