Intro: C  F  C  F

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


C
I was singing to you, you were singing to me,
C
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.


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

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

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

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

Interlude:
C                  C                 F                  
Am   G
Whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Ohh-ohh.

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


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