Intro: A  D  A  D

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


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


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

Chorus:
A
When I think about you,
E
I think about 17,
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I think about my old Jeep,
D
I think about the stars in the sky.
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Funny how a melody sounds like a memory,
A                      D    A           Bm  Bm
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night,
A         D        A         D
Springsteen.

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

Chorus:
A
When you think about me,
E
Do you think about 17,
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Do you think about my old Jeep,
D
Think about the stars in the sky.
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Funny how a melody sounds like a memory,
A                      D    A           Bm  Bm
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night,
A         D  A           D
Springsteen, Springsteen.

Interlude:
A                  A                 D                  
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Whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Ohh-ohh.

Outro:
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Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
A                        D    A       Bm  Bm
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
A           D       A          D
Springsteen,
A           D
Springsteen
     A        D
Oh Springsteen


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Whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Ohh-ohh. x4
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