| Intro: F Bb F C F Am Bb Csus4-C |
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| The | screen door slams | Mary’s | dress waves Like a | vision she dances |
| C | Bb | C |
| across the porch As the | radio plays Roy Orbison singing for the | lonely |
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| Hey that’s | me and I want you | only Don’t turn me home again I | just can’t face |
| C |
| myself alone again |
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| Don’t | run back inside darling | you know just what I’m | here for |
| C | Bb | |
| So you’re scared and you’re thinking That | maybe we ain’t that | young anymore |
| C | |
| Show a little faith, there’s magic in the | night |
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| You ain’t a | beauty, but hey you’re | alright Oh and | that’s alright with | me |
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| You can | hide neath your covers And | study your pain Make | crosses from your lovers |
| Bb | F | Am | |
| Throw | roses in the rain | Waste your summer | praying in rain |
| Bb | C7 | F | |
| For a | saviour to rise from these | streets Well now | I’m no hero |
| Dm | F | Bb | |
| That’s | understood All the | redemption I can offer, girl Is | beneath this dirty hood |
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| With a chance to make it | good somehow Hey | what else can we do | now |
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| Except | roll down the window | And let the wind blow | back your hair |
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| Well the night’s busting open These | two lanes will take us | anywhere |
| C | F | Bb | |
| We got one last chance to make it | real To | trade in these wings on some | wheels |
| F | C | |
| Climb in back | Heaven’s waiting on | down the tracks |
| F | Dm | F | Bb |
| Oh oh come | take my hand | Riding out tonight to | case the promised land |
| F | Am | Bb | C7 |
| Oh | oh Thunder Road, | oh Thunder Road | oh Thunder Road |
| F | Dm | F |
| Lying out there like a | killer in the sun Hey | I know it’s late |
| Bb | F | Am | Bb | C7 | F | |
| we can | make it if we run | Oh Thunder | Road, sit | tight take | hold Thunder | Road |
| Bb | C | F | |
| Well I | got this guitar And I | learned how to make it talk |
| Dm | Bb | C | |
| And my | car’s out back If you’re ready to take that | long | walk |
| Bb | C | Am | Dm | |
| From your | front porch to my front | seat The door’s | open but the ride it ain’t | free |
| Bb | Bb/A | Gm7 | Bb/F | |
| And I | know you’re | lonely For words that | I ain’t | spoken |
| C | |
| But | tonight we’ll be free All the promises’ll be broken |
| F | Bb | F | |
| There were | ghosts in the eyes Of | all the boys you | sent away |
| C | Bb | |
| They haunt this dusty beach road In the | skeleton frames of | burned out Chevrolets |
| C | F | |
| They scream your name at night in the street | Your graduation | gown lies in rags at |
| Bb | Am |
| their feet And in the | lonely cool before dawn |
| Bb | Gm | C | |
| You hear their | engines roaring on But when you | get to the porch they’re | gone |
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| On the | wind, so Mary climb | in It’s a | town full of losers |
| C | F | F | |
| And I’m | pulling out of here to | win. |