Springsteen - Eric Church

To this day when I hear that song

I see you standin' there on that lawn

Discount shades, store bought tan

Flip flops and cut off jeans

Somwhere between that setting sun

I'm on fire and born to run

You looked at me and I was done

Well, we're 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 sang Oh-h-h-h-h-h

Stayed there 'til they forced us out

Took the long way to your house

I canstill hear the sound of you saying don't go

When I think about you, I think about 17

I think about my old jeep

I think about the stars in the sky

Funny how a melody sounds like a memory

Like a 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

Back when I was gasoline

And this old tattoo had brand new ink

And we didn't care what your momma'd think

About your name on my arm

Baby is it spring or is it summer

The guitar sounds or the beat of the drummer

You hear sometimes late at night

On your radio

Even though you're a million miles away

When you hear Born in the USA

You relive those glory days

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 a soundtrack to a July Saturday night

Springsteen

Springsteen

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh-h-h-h

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh-h-h-h

Funny how a melody sounds like a memory

LIke soundtrack to a July Saturday night

Springsteen

Springsteen

Oh, Springsteen.

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh-h-h-h