Bruce Springsteen - Thunder road acoustic

A s^Dcreen door slams^G, Mary’s dress^D sways, like a v^Aision she dances across the porch as the ^Gradio plays Roy O^Grbison singing for the ^Alonely hey that’^Ds me and I want you^G only Don’t’ turn^D me home again,^G I just can’t face mys^Aelf alone a^A7gain.

Don’^Dt run back inside darlin^G’ you know just what I^D’m here for, your s^Acared and thinkin that ^Amaybe we ain’t that^G young anymore. Show a little f^Gaith there's magic in the n^Aight, you ain't a ^Dbeauty, but hey you're a^Glright Oh and ^Dthat's alright with ^Ame.

You can ^Dhide neath your covers and ^Bmstudy your pain, make c^Drosses from your lovers throw r^Goses in the rain. W^Daste your summer ^F#mpraying in vain for a ^Gsavior to rise from these s^Atreets.^A7 Well now ^DI’m no hero that??^Bm?s understood all the^D redemption I can offer girl is ^Gbeneath this dirty hood, ^DWith a chance to make it ^F#mgood somehow, hey ^Gwhat else can we do n^Aow?

Except r^Doll down the window and l^Get the wind blow ^Dback your hair, Well the ^Dnight's bustin' open, these ^Atwo lanes will take us a^Gnywhere. We got ^Gone last chance to make it ^Areal, to ^Dtrade in these wings on some w^Gheels ^GClimb in back, h^Deaven's waiting down ^Aon the tracks. ^A7

^DOh oh come ^Bmtake my hand, we’r^De riding out tonight t^Go case the promised land ^DOh oh oh ^F#moh thunder road, ^Goh thunder road, ^A7oh thunder road ^DLying out there like a k^Bmiller in the sun, hey ^DI know it's late, we can ^Gmake it if we run ^DOh oh oh oh thunder ^F#mroad, sit ^Gtight, take h^A7old, thunder ^Droad.

Well I^G got this guitar &^A I learned how to make^D it talk, and my c^Bmars out back if you’r^Ge ready to take that^A long walk. From your f^Gront porch to my front ^Aseat, the door's ^F#mopen but the ride it ain't f^Bmree And I k^Gnow you're lonely for ^Emwords that I ain't spoken, ton^Gight we'll be free all the p^Aromises will be broken.

There were g^Dhosts in the eyes of ^Gall the boys you s^Dent away They haunt this d^Dusty beach road in the s^Akeleton frames of b^Gurned-out Chevrolets They s^Gcream your name at night in the ^Astreet, your graduation g^Down lies in rags at their fe^Get. And in the ^F#mlonely cool before dawn, you hear their engines roaring o^Gn But when you ^Emget to the porch they're ^Agone on the ^Gwind, so Mary climb^Em in It's a ^Gtown full of losers, I'm p^Aulling out of here to ^Dwin.