Eric Church – Springsteen (Ukulele)

D
To this day when I hear that song,

  D
I see you standing there on that lawn,

G
Discount shades, store bought tan,

Bm             A
flip-flops and cut off jeans.

D
Somewhere between that setting sun,

D
I'm On Fire and Born To Run,

G
You looked at me and I was done,

            Bm            A
but we were just getting started.

D
I was singing to you, you were singing to me,

D
I was so alive, never been more free,

G                                       Bm         A
Fired up my daddy's lighter and we sang oh-woah-oh-woah-ohh.

D
Stayed there till they forced us out,

D
We took the long way to your house,

    G
And I can still hear the sound,

       Bm           A
Of you saying don't go.

D
When I think about you,

A
I think about 17,

Bm
I think about my old Jeep,

G
I think about the stars in the sky.

Bm                 A
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory,

D                      G    D           Em  Em
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night,

D         G        D         G
Springsteen.

D
If I bumped in to you by happenstance,

D
You probably wouldn't even know who I am,

   G
But if I whispered your name,

               Bm         A
I bet there'd still be a spark.

D                                       D
From back when I was gasoline and this old tattoo had brand new ink,

      G                                                 Bm         A
And we didn't care what your mom would think 'bout your name on my arm.

    D
Baby is it spring or is it summer,

  D
The guitar sound or the beat of the drummer,

    G                               Bm   A
You hear sometimes late at night on your radio.

    D
Even though you're a million miles away,

    D
When you hear Born In The USA,

   G                                Bm     A
Do you relive those Glory Days from so long ago?

D
When you think about me,

A
Do you think about 17,

Bm
Do you think about my old Jeep,

G
Think about the stars in the sky.

Bm                 A
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory,

D                      G    D           Em  Em
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night,

D         G  D           G
Springsteen, Springsteen.

[Interlude]
D                  D                 G                  
Bm   A
Whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Ohh-ohh.

Bm                     A
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory

D                        G    D       Em  Em
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night

D           G       D          G
Springsteen,

D           G
Springsteen

     D        G
Oh Springsteen

[Ending]
D                  D                 G                  
Bm   A
Whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Ohh-ohh. (x4)