Thunder Road

Renato Russo

Tom: G

    G                   C      G-D-G
    Screen door slams, Mary's dress waves
                           Bm                     C
    Like a vision dancing across the porch as the radio plays
                                 D         G                         C
    Roy Orbison singing for the lonely, hey that's me and I want you only
                                   G                     D
    Don't turn me home again, I just can't face myself alone again

    Don't run back inside, honey, you know just what I'm here for
    And you're scared and you're thinking that maybe we ain't that 
      young any more
    show a little faith, there's magic in the night
    You ain't a beauty but eh, you're alright
    Oh and that's alright with me

    G         D                 G                      C
    Ohh come take my hand  We're ridin out tonight to case the Promised Land
    G     Bm           C                D
    Oh Thunder Road, Oh Thunder road, Oh Thunder Road
    G                         Bm
    Lyin' out there like a killer in the dark
    G                         C
    Hey I know it's late, we can make it if we run
    G    Bm              C           D            G
    Oh Thunder Road, sit tight, take hold, Thunder Road
         C                         D                    G
    So I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk
           Em                                           C    D
    And my car's out back if you're ready to take that long walk
                C                      D
    From your front porch to my front seat 
           Bm                      Em
    Door's open but the ride ain't free
         C                  C-           Am7                Am
    Well I know you've been waiting for words that I ain't spoken
         D                 D+              D-             D7
    Well tonight we'll be free--all the promises will be broken

(e a musica continua com os mesmo acordes nas estrofes abaixo)

    There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
    They drive this dusty beach road in the skeleton frames of 
      burned-out Chevrolets
    They scream your name at night 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
    Until you get to the porch, they're gone on the wind so Mary climb in
    It's a town full of losers and we're pulling out of here to win