Springsteen - Eric Church

To this day when I hear that song

I see you standin' there all night long

Discount shades, store bought tan

Flip flops and cut-off jeans

Somewhere between that setting sun

I’m on fire and born to run

You looked at me and I was done

And we’re, 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 we sang

Ooohh

Stayed there till they forced us out

And took the long way to your house

I can still hear the sound of you sayin' don’t go

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 the 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 mom would think

About 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 you’re a million miles away

When you hear «Born in the U.S.A.»

You relive those glory days

So long ago

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

Springsteen

Woah-oh-oh-oh

Funny how a melody sounds like a memory

Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night

Springsteen

Springsteen

Woah Springsteen