Bruce Springsteen - Thunder road

The s^Ecreen door slams,^A Mary's dr^Eess waves Like a ^Evision she dances ac^Bross the porch as the r^Aadio plays Roy O^Arbison singing for the l^Bonely Hey that's ^Eme and I want you o^Anly Don't turn me h^Aome again I j^Eust can't face my^Bself alone again Don't r^Eun back inside darling, y^Aou know just what I'm h^Eere for So you're s^Ecared and you're thinking that m^Baybe we ain't that y^Aoung anymore Show a little faith, there's magic in the n^Bight You ain't a b^Eeauty but hey, you're alr^Aight Oh and t^Ehat's alright with ^Bme You can h^Eide 'neath your covers and s^C#mtudy your pain Make c^Erosses from your lovers, t^Ahrow roses in the rain ^E Waste your summers p^G#mrayin' in vain for a s^Aaviour to rise from these s^B7treets Well now I^E'm no hero, that's u^C#mnderstood All the red^Eemption I can offer, girl, is b^Aeneath this dirty hood ^E With a chance to make it g^G#mood somehow Hey, w^Ahat else can we do ^B7now Except r^Eoll down the window and l^Aet the wind roll b^Eack your hair Well, the n^Eight's bustin' open these t^Bwo lanes'll take us ^Aanywhere We got ^Aone last chance to make it ^Breal To t^Frade in these wings on so^Ame wheels ^AClimbin' back e^Fveryone's waitin' down ^Bon the tracks ^EWhoa, oh, come ^C#mtake my hand ^ERight now, tonight to^A case the promised land ^E Whoa-oa-^G#moh Thunder Road, ^Aoh Thunder Road, ^B7oh Thunder Road ^E Lyin' out there like a k^C#miller in the sun ^EI know it's late we c^Aan make it if we run ^EWhoa-oa-oa-^G#moh Thunder Road, sit t^Aight, take h^B7old, Thunder R^Eoad Well I g^Aot this guitar and I l^Bearned how to make it talk ^E And my c^C#mar's out back if you're ready to take the l^Aong w^Balk From your f^Aront porch to my front s^Beat The door's ^G#mopen but the ride ain't ^C#mfree And ^AI know you're lonely for words and I ain't spoke Ton^Bight will be free, all our promises will be broke And there were g^Ehosts in the eyes of ^Aall the boys you s^Eent away They haunt this d^Eusty beach road in the s^Bkeleton frames of b^Aurned out Chevrolets They s^Acream your name at night in the st^Breet Your graduation g^Eown lies in rags at their f^Aeet And in the l^G#monely cool before dawn You hear their e^Angines rolling on When you ^F#mget to the porch they're g^Bone on the r^Aoad So Mary climb ^F#min It's a t^Aown full of losers, I'm p^Bulling out of here to ^Ewin