Hello out there,
Just a rough transcription. Sure there's some B7, Esus2 and Esus4 in.
Maybe some of you'll do a better job.
Gunnar
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{t:Thunder Road}
{st:Bruce Springsteen}
[E]The screen door slams[A]
Mary's [E]dress waves
Like a vision she dances [B]across the porch
As the [A]radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the [B]lonely
Hey that's [E]me and I want you [A]only
Don't turn me [E]home again I [c#m]just can't face myself a[B]lone again
Don't [E]run back inside
Darling [A]you know just what I'm [E]here for
So you're scared and you're thinking
That [g#m]maybe we ain't that [A]young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the [B]night
You ain't a [E]beauty, but hey you're al[A]right
Oh and [E]that's alright with [B]me
You can [E]hide 'neath your covers
And [c#m]study your pain
Make [E]crosses from your lovers
Throw [A]roses in the rain
[E]Waste your summer [g#m]praying in vain
For a [A]saviour to rise from these [B]streets
Well now [E]I'm no hero
[c#m]That's understood
All the re[E]demption I can offer, girl
Is [A]beneath this dirty hood
[E]With a chance to make it [g#m]good somehow
Hey [A]what else can we do [B]now?
Except [E]roll down the window
[A]And let the wind blow
[E]Back your hair
Well the night's busting open
These [g#m]two lanes will take us [A]anywhere
We got one last chance to make it [B]real
To [E]trade in these wings on some [A]wheels
Climb in back
[E]Heaven's waiting on [B]down the tracks
[E]Oh-oh come [c#m]take my hand
[E]Riding out tonight to [A]case the promised land
[E]Oh-[g#m]oh Thunder Road, [A]oh Thunder Road
Oh Thunder [B]Road
[E]Lying out there like a [c#m]killer in the sun
Hey [E]I know it's late we can [A]make it if we run
[E]Oh[g#m] Thunder Road, sit [A]tight take [B]hold
Thunder [E]Road
Well I [A]got this guitar
And I [B]learned how to make it [E]talk
And my [c#m]car's out back
If you're ready to take that [A]long [B]walk
From your [A]front porch to my front [B]seat
The door's [g#m]open but the ride it ain't [c#m]free
And [A]I know you're lonely
For words that I ain't spoken
But [B]tonight we'll be free
All the promises'll be broken
There were [E]ghosts in the eyes
Of [A]all the boys you [E]sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the [g#m]skeleton frames of [A]burned out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the [B]street
Your graduation [E]gown lies in rags at their [A]feet
And in the [g#m]lonely cool before dawn
You hear their [A]engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they're [B]gone
On the [A]wind, so Mary climb [f#m]in
It's a [A]town full of losers
And I'm [B]pulling out of here to [E]win
{d:A 3 3 0 0 0 2 3}
{d:B 3 0 2 2 2 0 0}
{d:E 3 2 3 2 0 0 -1}
{d:c#m 3 2 3 4 4 2 2}
{d:f#m 3 0 0 0 2 2 0}
{d:g#m 3 2 2 2 4 4 2}
{st:transcribed by Gunnar Bittersmann }
{c:capo on 2nd fret}