The (F)screen door slams,

(C7)Mar (Bb)y’s dress waves;

like a (F)vi sion (C7)she danc es (F)a (C)cross the porch as the (Bb)ra di o plays.

Roy (Bb)Or bi son’s sing ing for the (C)lone ly.

Hey, that’s (F)me, and I (C)want (F)you on ly.

Don’t turn me home a (Fsus)gain, (Bb)I (F)just can’t (C)face (Dm)my self a (Bb)lone a (C)gain.

Don’t (F)run back in (C7)side, (F)dar ling, (Bb)you know (C7)just what I’m here for.

So you’re (F)scared and you’re think ing that (C)may be we ain’t that (Bb)young

an y more.

Show a lit tle (Bb)faith there’s mag ic in the (C7)night.

You (C7)ain’t a (F)beau ty, but hey, you’re al (Bb)right.

Oh, and (F)that’s al right with (C7)me.

You can (F)hide ’neath your cov ers and (Dm)stud y your pain,

make (F)cross es from your lov ers, throw (Bb)ros es in the rain,

waste your sum mer, (Am)pray ing in vain for a (Bb)sav ior to rise from these (Gm7)streets.

Well now, (F)I’m no he ro, that’s un der (Dm)stood.

All the re (F)demp tion I can of fer, girl, is (Bb)be neath this dirt y (C7)hood,

with a chance to make it (Dm)good some how.

Hey, (Bb)what else can we do (C7)now,

ex cept (F)roll down the win dow and (Bb)let the wind blow (F)back your hair.

Well, the night’s bust ing o pen, these (Am)two lanes will take us (Bb)an

y

where.

We got one last chance to make it (C7)real.

To (F)trade in these wings on some (Bb)wheels.

Climb in back, heav

en’s wait ing down on the tracks.

(F)Oh,

come (Dm)take my hand,

(F)rid ing out to night to (Bb)case the prom ised land.

(F)Oh,

Thun der Road,

(Bb)oh, Thun der Road,

(C7)oh, Thun der Road,

ly ing out there like a (Dm)kill er in the sun.

(F)Hey, I know it’s late, we can (Bb)make it if we run.

(F)Oh,

Thun der Road, sit (Bb)tight,

take (C7)hold,

Thun der (F)Road.

(Gm7)Well, (F)I (Bb)got this gui tar, and I (C7)learned how to make it talk.

And my (Dm)car’s out back, if you’re read y to take that (Bbmaj7)long

(C)walk

from your (Bb)front porch to my front (C)seat.

The door’s (Am)o pen but the ride ain’t (Dm)free,

and (Bb)I know you’re lone ly for words that (Gm7)I ain’t spo ken, but to (C7)night we’ll be free.

All the prom is es ’ll be bro ken.

There were (F)ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you (F)sent a way.

They haunt this dust y beach road in the (Am)skel e ton frames of (Bb)burned out Chev ro lets.

They scream your name at night in the street,

your grad u a tion (F)gown lies in rags at their feet.

And in the (Am)lone ly cool be fore dawn,

you hear their (Bb)en gines roar ing on.

But when you (Gm)get to the (E)porch, (Dm)they’re (Gm)gone

on the (Bb)wind.

So, Mar y climb (Gm)in.

It’s a (Bb)town full of los ers,

I’m (C7)pull ing out of here to win.