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(intro/riff)
Verse number 1:
to this day when i hear that song,
i see you standin there on that lawn,
discount shades and store bought tan,
flipflops and cut off jeans
somewhere between that settin sun,
im on fire and born to run,
you looked at me and i was done,
but we were just gettin started.
i was sangin to you, you were sangin to me,
i was so alive never been more free,
fired up my daddys lighter and we sang oh whoa oh oh oh ohh
stayed there till they forced us out,
took the long way to your house,
and I can still hear the sound,
of you sayin dont Go (oh ohh)
Chorus:
when I think about you,
i think about seventeen,
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 (riff)
Verse:
i bumped in to you by happenstance,
you probably wouldnt even know who i am,
but if I whispered your name i bet,
thered still be a spark.
back when I was gasoline and this ole tattoo had brand new ink,
and we didn't care what your moma'd think bout your name on my arm.
baby is it spring or is it summer,
the guitar sound or the beat of that drummer,
you hear sometimes late at night on your radio.
even though youre a million miles away,
when you hear born in the USA,
Do you relive those glory days from so long ago? (oh ohh)
Chorus:
when you think about me,
Do you think about seventeen,
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, (riff) springsteen.
Break:
whoah oh oh oh oh, woah oh oh oh oh, woah oh oh oh oh,
oh oh whoa
Ending:
funny how a melody sounds like a memory
like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
springsteen (riff)
springsteen
ohh springsteen
whoah oh oh oh oh, woah oh oh oh oh, woah oh oh oh oh,
ohh ohh whoa