alternative, acoustic version from the Born to Run session (war and roses bootleg)

The screen door slams,
Chrissy's dress sways.
Like a vision she dances across the porch
as the radio plays.
Roy Orbison's singin' for the lonely,
hey that's me babe, and I want you only.
Don't turn me home again,
I just can't face myself alone again.
Don't run back inside, baby you know just what I'm here for,
So you're scared and you're thinkin' that maybe we
ain't that young anymore,
Oh there's magic in the night,
You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright.
And that's alright with me.

You can hide 'neath your covers,
and study your pain,
Make crosses from your lovers,
throw roses in the rain,
Waste your summer prayin' in vain,
for a savior to rise from these streets.
Well I ain't no hero, that's understood.
All the redemption I can offer, babe,
is beneath this old hood.
With one last chance to make it good somehow.
Hey, what else can you do now.

Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair,
Well the night's bustin' open and these two lanes will take us anywhere.
We got one last chance to make it real,
to trade in these wings for some wheels.
Climb in back,
it's waitin' down on the track.
Well, now try hard Chrissy to understand,
I'm ridin' out tonight to case the promised land,
Babe, if you're born with nothin' in your hands,
hey, it's your only chance.
Well it's lyin' out there, like a killer in the sun
Yeah, I know it's late, but we can make it if we run.
Oh, I wish you could come.
So leave what you've lost,
Leave what's grown old,
On Thunder Road.

Well, I got this guitar, and I learned how to make it talk,
my car's out back if you're ready to take that long walk,
From your front porch to my front seat,
Hey, the door's open, but the ride, it ain't free.

Well, there were ghosts in the eyes of the boys that you sent away.
They haunt this dirty beach road,
in the skeleton remains of burned out Chevrolets.
They scream to you at night from the street,
your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet.
And in the lonely cool before dawn,
from your room you hear their engines roar on,
but when you get to their porch their gone,
lost in the wind.
So, Chrissy climb in,
It's a town full of losers, and I'm pullin' outta here to win.

Thanks Joe for the lyrics and Orestis for some corrections !

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