Thunder Road
Ton : FEnglish
The scFreen door slams
A#Mary's dresFs waves
Like a vision she dances acCross the porch
As the A#radio plays.
Roy Orbison's singing for the lConely
Hey, that's Fme and I want you F#only.
Don't turn me home again
I jFust can't face myCself alone again.
Don't run back inside, darling
You know just what I'm here for.
So, you're scared and you're thiking
That maybe we ain't that young anymore.
Show a little faith, ther's magic in the night.
You ain't a beauty, but, hey, you're alright.
Oh, and tht's alright with me.
You can hide 'neath your covers
And stu yur pain
Make crosses from your lovers
Throw roses in the rain
Waste your Summer praying vain
For a savoir to rise from these streets.
Well, now, I'm your hero that's understood.
All redemptionI can a girl
Is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow.
Hey, what else can we do now ?
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow back your hair.
Well, the night's busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere.
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back
Heaven's waiting on down the tracks.
Oh, come take my hand
Riding out tonight to case the promised land.
Oh, Thunder Road, oh, Thunder Road, oh, Thunder Road.
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey, I know it's late, we can make it if we run.
Oh, Thunder Road, sit tighttake hold, Thunder Road.
Well, I A#got this guitar and I lCearned how to make it talk
And my cDmar's out back, if you're ready to take that A#long Cwalk
Fom your pA#orch to my front Cseat.
The door's Amopen but the ride ain't Dmfree
And A#I know you're lonely
AFor words that Gm7I ain'A#/Ft spoken
But tonCight we'll be free, all the promises'll be broken.
There were ghFosts in the eyes of alA#l the boys youF sent away.
They haunt this dusty beach road in the sCkeleton frames of bA#urned out Chevrolets.
They scream your name at night in the street
CYour graduationF gown lies in rags aA#t their feet.
And in the lAmonely cool before dawn
You hear their A#engines roaring on but when you getGm to the porch
They're gCone on the A#wind.
So, Mary, climb Gmin.
It's a tA#own of losers, I'mC pulling out of here toF win.