Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

Well, the screen door slams, Mary's dress waves

Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays

Roy Orbison is singing for the lonely

Hey, that's me, I want you only

Don't turn me home again, I just can't face myself alone again

So don't you run back inside, darling 'cause you know

just what I'm here for

And you're scared and you're thinking that maybe we're not that young anymore

Well, show a little faith, 'cause there's magic in the night

You ain't a beauty, hey, alright

Oh, and that's alright with me

Now you can hide underneath the covers and study your pain

Make crosses from your lovers and throw roses in the rain

You can waste your summers praying in vain

For a savior to rise from these streets

Oh, I'm no hero, and that's understood

All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood

We got a chance to make it good somehow

Well, what else can we do now?

Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back our hair

This night's busted open, and these two lanes can take us anywhere

We got one last chance to make it real

To trade in these wings on some wheels

Climb in back, darling, now heaven is waiting down on the tracks

So, oh-oh, come take my hand

We're riding out tonight to case the promised land

Oh-oh-oh-oh, Thunder Road, oh, Thunder Road

Oh, Thunder Road

Well it's lying out there like a killer in the sun

And I know that it's late, but we can make it if we run

Oh-oh-oh-oh, Thunder Road

Sit tight, take hold, Thunder Road

Well, I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk

And my car's out back if you're ready to take that long, long walk

From your front porch to my front seat

The door's open but the ride ain't free

And I know you're lonely for things that I haven't spoken

But tonight we'll be free, all the promises will be broken

There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys that you sent away

They haunt these dusty beach roads in the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets

And they scream your name at night in the street

The graduation gown lies in rags at their feet

And in the lonely cold before dawn

You hear the engines roaring on

But when you get to the porch they're gone

On the wind

So Mary climb in

This is a town full of losers, I'm-a pulling out of here to win