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THUNDER ROAD©

Alternate version #3

The screen door slams and Chrissie's dress sway
Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again
I just can't face myself alone again
Don't run back inside, baby you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking that maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright
Oh and that's alright with me

You can hide 'neath your covers and study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain
Spend your summer praying in vain for a saviour to rise from these streets
Well I ain't no hero, that's understood
All the redemption I can offer, baby, 's beneath this dirty hood
With one last chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do no
Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair
Well now the night's busting open and these two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
I'll be tradin' in these wings on wheels
Climb in back, heaven's waiting down on the track

And it's oh-oh come take my hand
We're riding out tonight to case the promised land
When you're blowin' with nothing in your hands
Baby it's your only chance
It's lying out there like a killer in the sun
Well I know it's late but we can make it if we run
Whoa hold tight, take hold, leave what you've lost, leave what's grown old, Thunder Road

Well I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk
My car's out back if you're ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open but the ride it ain't free
And I know you're lonely just like me
There were ghosts in the eyes of a lot of boys you sent away
They haunt this dirty road in the cut down frames of their Chevrolets
They scream your name in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they're gone on the wind, so Chrissie climb in
It's a town full of losers, I'm pulling outta here to win
Whoa!


Page last updated: 11 Sep 2007

The above lyrics are for a more developed version than alternate version #2; this one includes sax. It has some lyrics variations to the album's version. As all other circulating studio recordings of the song, it was recorded in Mar-Jul 1975 at The Record Plant, New York City, NY. Check out the album's version for more details/info.

This version can be found on the Born In The Studio (Archive Productions) and War And Roses (E Street Records) bootlegs.

Bruce Springsteen -- Born In The Studio Bruce Springsteen -- War And Roses

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