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Chord Yang Digunakan
Bruce Springsteen's Acoustic rendition of thunder road.
G The screen door slams, C Christie's dGress waves
Like a Fvision she dances aCcross the porch as the Gradio plays
Roy OCrbison singing for the Glonely,
hey that's mFe babe and I want you oCnly
Don't turn me Ghome again, I Cjust can't face myself aGlone again tonight
Don't run back inside, baby, Cyou know just what I'm hGere for
So you're sFcared and you're thinking that
Maybe we ain't that yCoung any more G
Woman, there's Cmagic in the nGight
You ain't a Fbeauty but hey you're all Cright
Oh and that's alrDight with me
You can Ghide beneath your covers C/Gand Dstudy your pain,
Make Gcrosses from your lovers, throw Croses in the rain
G Waste your summer Dpraying in vain for a Csavior to rise from these Dstreets
Well I aiGnt no hero C/Gthat's uDnderstood
All the rGedemption I can offer babe is bCeneath this old hood
G With one last chance to make it Dgood somehow
hey Cwhat else can you do nDow except
GRoll down the window andC let the wind blow Gback your hair
Well the night's busting open and theseD two lanes can take us Canywhere
We got one last chance to make it Dreal
to tGrade in these wings for sCome wheels
G Climb in back, it's waiting down on Dthe tracks
Well I Gtried hard Christie C/Gto uDnderstand
I'm rGidin' out tonight to case tChe promised land
GBabe, if you're born with noDthin' in your hands
CHey It's your only cDhance
Well It's Glyin' out there C/Glike a kDiller in the sun
YeGah I know it's late, but we can Cmake it if we run
G Oh I wishD you could come, soC leave what you've lost
Leave what's Dgrown old, on thGunder road
Well I Emgot this guitar and I learned hCow to make it talk
And my Gcar's out back if you're ready to take Dthat long walk
From yCour front porch to my frDont seat
Hey door's Gopen but the ride ain't Cfree D
Well there were gGhosts in the eyes of the Cboys you sentG away
They haunt this dirty beach road in the sDkeleton remains of
burned-out CChevrolets
They scream to you at night from the sGtreet
Your graduation Fgown lies in rags at their fCeet
And in the Glonely G/Ccool before Ddawn
From your room you Ghear G/Ctheir engines roaDr on
But when you Gget to the porch, they'reC gone lost in the Dwind
so Christie climb A/Ein
It's a Ctown full of losers I'm Dpulling out of here to wGin
It definitely has errors, but it isn't terrible.