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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bruce Springsteen
Lead Vocals
Roy Bittan
Background Vocals
Mike Appel
Background Vocals
Stevie Van Zandt
Background Vocals
Garry Tallent
Bass Guitar
Max Weinberg
Drums
Clarence Clemons
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruce Springsteen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bruce Springsteen
Producer
Mike Appel
Producer
Jon Landau
Producer
Jimmy Iovine
Recording Engineer
Thom Panunzio
Assistant Engineer
Andy Abrams
Assistant Engineer
Angie Arcuri
Assistant Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Corky Stasiak
Assistant Engineer
David Thoener
Assistant Engineer
Ricke Delena
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
The screen door slams, Mary's dress sways
Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays
Roy Orbison's 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, darling
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
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
Well now, I'm no hero, that's understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey, what else can we do now?
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow back your hair
Well, the night's busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back, heaven's waiting down on the tracks
Oh, come take my hand
We're riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh, Thunder Road, oh, Thunder Road
Oh, Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey, I know it's late, we can make it if we run
Oh, Thunder Road, sit tight
Take hold, Thunder Road
Well, I got this guitar and I've learned how to make it talk
And 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 ain't free
And I know you're lonely for words that I ain't spoken
Tonight we'll be free, all the promises will be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
They haunt 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
When you get to the porch they're gone on the wind
So Mary, climb in
It's a town full of losers
I'm pulling out of here to win
Writer(s): Bruce Springsteen
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