Intro: F  Bb  F  Bb

Verse:
F
To this day when I hear that song,
  F
I see you standing there on that lawn,
Bb
Discount shades, store bought tan,
Dm             C
flip-flops and cut off jeans.
F
Somewhere between that setting sun,
F
I'm On Fire and Born To Run,
Bb
You looked at me and I was done,
            Dm            C
but we were just getting started.


F
I was singing to you, you were singing to me,
F
I was so alive, never been more free,
Bb                                       Dm         C
Fired up my daddy's lighter and we sang oh-woah-oh-woah-ohh.


F
Stayed there till they forced us out,
F
We took the long way to your house,
    Bb
And I can still hear the sound,
       Dm           C
Of you saying don't go.

Chorus:
F
When I think about you,
C
I think about 17,
Dm
I think about my old Jeep,
Bb
I think about the stars in the sky.
Dm                 C
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory,
F                      Bb    F           Gm  Gm
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night,
F         Bb        F         Bb
Springsteen.

Verse:
F
If I bumped in to you by happenstance,
F
You probably wouldn't even know who I am,
   Bb
But if I whispered your name,
               Dm         C
I bet there'd still be a spark.
F                                       F
From back when I was gasoline and this old tattoo had brand new ink,
      Bb                                                 Dm         C
And we didn't care what your mom would think 'bout your name on my arm.
    F
Baby is it spring or is it summer,
  F
The guitar sound or the beat of the drummer,
    Bb                               Dm   C
You hear sometimes late at night on your radio.
    F
Even though you're a million miles away,
    F
When you hear Born In The USA,
   Bb                                Dm     C
Do you relive those Glory Days from so long ago?

Chorus:
F
When you think about me,
C
Do you think about 17,
Dm
Do you think about my old Jeep,
Bb
Think about the stars in the sky.
Dm                 C
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory,
F                      Bb    F           Gm  Gm
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night,
F         Bb  F           Bb
Springsteen, Springsteen.

Interlude:
F                  F                 Bb                  
Dm   C
Whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Ohh-ohh.

Outro:
Dm                     C
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
F                        Bb    F       Gm  Gm
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
F           Bb       F          Bb
Springsteen,
F           Bb
Springsteen
     F        Bb
Oh Springsteen


F                  F                 Bb                  
Dm   C
Whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Ohh-ohh. x4