| D | G | D |
A | screen door slams, | Mary’s | dress waves |
| G |
Like a vision she dances across the porch as the | radio plays |
| A |
Roy Orbison singing for the | lonely |
| D | G |
Hey that’s | me and I want you | only |
| D | A |
Don’t turn me home again, I | just can’t face myself a | lone again |
| D | G | D |
Don’t | run back inside, darlin, | you know just what I’m | here for |
So you're scared and you're thinking that
F#m | G |
Maybe we ain’t that | young any more |
| A |
Show a little faith, there’s magic in the | night |
| D | G |
You ain’t a | beauty but hey you’re all | right |
| D | A |
Oh and | that’s alright with | me |
| D | Bm |
You can | hide beneath your covers and | study your pain |
| D | G |
Make | crosses from your lovers, throw | roses in the rain |
D | F#m |
Waste your summer | praying in vain for a |
G | A |
Savior to rise from these | streets |
| D | Bm |
Well now | I’m no hero that’s | understood |
| D | G |
All the re | demption I can offer girl is | beneath this dirty hood |
D | F#m |
With a chance to make it | good somehow hey |
G | A |
What else can we do | now except |
D | G | D |
Roll down the window and | let the wind blow | back your hair |
Well the night’s busting open these
F#m | G |
Two lanes can take us | anywhere |
| A |
We got one last chance to make it | real |
| D | G |
To | trade in these wings on some | wheels |
| D | A |
Climb in back, heaven’s | waiting down on the | tracks |
D | Bm |
Oh come | take my hand |
| D | G |
We’re | ridin’ out tonight to | case the promised land |
D | F#m | G | A |
Oh | oh thunder road, | oh thunder road, | oh thunder road |
D | G/B |
Lyin’ out there like a | killer in the sun |
| D | G |
Hey | I know it’s late, we can | make it if we run |
D | F#m | G | A | D |
Oh | oh thunder road, sit | tight, take | hold, thunder | road |
| G | A6 | D |
Well I | got this guitar and I | learned how to make it | talk |
| Bm |
And my | car’s out back if you’re |
| Gmaj7 | A |
Ready to take that | long | walk |
| G | A |
From your | front porch to my front | seat |
| F#m | Bm |
The door’s | open but the ride it ain’t | free |
| G | G/F# | Em7 | G/D |
And | I know you’re | hungry for words that | I ain’t | spoken |
| A |
To | night we’ll be free, all the promises will be broken |
| D | G | D |
There were | ghosts in the eyes of | all the boys you | sent away |
| D | F#m |
They haunt this | dusty beach road in the | skeleton frames of |
| A |
They scream your name at night in the | street |
| D | G |
Your graduation | gown lies in rags at their | feet |
| F#m |
And in the | lonely cool before dawn |
| G |
You hear their | engines roaring on |
| G | A |
But when you | get to the porch, they’re | gone |
| G | Em |
On the | wind, so Mary climb | in |
| G | A | D |
It’s a | town full of losers, and I’m | pulling out of here to w | in |
D | A | D | G |
D | A |
G | G/F# | G/E | G/D |
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