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Springsteen
Eric Church
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To this day when I hear that song
I see you standin' there on that lawn
Discount shades, store-bought tan
Flipflops and cut-off jeans
Somewhere between that setting sun
I'm on fire, born to run
You looked at me and I was done
Just getting started
I was singin' to you, you were singin' to me
I was so alive, never been more free
Fired up my daddy's lighter and we sang ("Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh")
Stayed there 'til they forced us out
Took the long way to your house
I can still hear the sound of you saying, "Don't go"
Do you think about me?
Do you think about 17?
Do you think about my old Jeep?
Think about the stars in the sky?
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Like the soundtrack to a July Saturday night
Springsteen
I bumped into you by happenstance
You probably wouldn't even know who I am
But if I whispered your name I bet there'd still be a spark
From back when I was gasoline, this old tattoo had brand new ink
Didn't care what your mama think 'bout your name on my arm
Baby, is it spring or is it summer?
Guitar sound and the beat of that drum
You hear sometimes late at night on your radio
Even though you're a million miles away
When you hear "Born in the USA"
Do you relive those glory days from so long ago?
When you think about me
Do you think about 17?
Do you think about my old Jeep?
Think about the stars in the sky?
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Like the soundtrack to a July Saturday night
Springsteen
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh)
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh)
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh)
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh), yeah
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Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Give me more
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
One more time, give me all of it
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Like the soundtrack to a Nashville late night
Springsteen
I remember Springsteen
I remember Joanna Cotton going like
"Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh"
"Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh"
Just like that, going
"Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh"
"Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh"
"(Hey), whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh"
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