Thunder Road - The Song chords

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The Bb _ _ _ Fm _ C F screen door Bb slams, F Mary's dress C waves.
F _ Like a vision she dances C across the porch Bb as the radio plays.
Roy Orbison singing C for the lonely, F hey that's me and I want Bb you only.
Don't turn me F home again, F I just C can't face C myself D alone C again.
F Don't run Bb back Bb inside, darling you know F just what I'm here C for.
F _ C F So you're C scared and you're C thinking that maybe we Bb ain't that young anymore.
Show a little C faith, there's C magic in the Bb night.
F You ain't a Cm beauty, but hey Bb you're alright.
F Oh, F and that's C alright with me.
_ F You hide under Dm covers and study your pain.
F Make crosses when your Bb lover still Gm roses in F the rain.
Waste Am your summer praying in vain Bb for a savior to rise from these dreams.
F Well, now I know you're Dm all that's understood.
F All the girls and I can offer Bb girls beneath this F dirty hood.
With a chance Am I'll make it somehow.
Bb Hey, what else can D we do C now.
Except F throw down the Bb window and let the F wind blow back your hair.
_ Well, the nights busted open Am these two lanes will take Bb us anywhere.
We got one last chance to C make it real.
C F The train and these wings on Bb some wheels.
F Bb Climbing back C in a bus, F we down Bb on the C tracks.
Gm _ F _ Dm Come take my F hand.
We're riding out Bb tonight to face the F promised land.
Oh, Am.
Thunder Bb Road.
Oh, Thunder C Road.
Oh, Thunder Road.
F Flying out there Dm like a killer in the sun.
F Hey, I know it's late, Bb we can make it.
We're F on.
Oh, Am.
Thunder Road.
Bb Stand tight.
C Take hold.
F Thunder Road.
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Bb Well, I got this C guitar and I Bb learned how to F make it talk.
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Dm And my car's out back if you're ready to take Bb that long C walk.
Bb From the front porch to C Maple Street.
The Am doors open with the rat Dm-a-tat feet.
Bb And I know Dm you're lonely for Gm words that I ain't Bb spoke.
C Tonight we'll be free.
One of us is gonna be F broke.
I shall lower a ghost in Bb the eyes of all the F boys that set away.
They hunt this dusty beach Am road in the skeleton Bb frames of burned-out chalets.
They scream your name at night C in the street.
C Your F graduation gown lies in rags Bb at their feet.
And Am the lonely groove before dawn.
You hear Bb their engines roaring on.
Gm When you Em get to the C porch, they're Bb gone on their way.
To Gm America.
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_ Bb It's a town full of losers.
C One of them.
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