| 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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