Eric Church - Springsteen Lyrics
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    Springsteen

    [Verse 1]
    To this day when I hear that song
    I see you standin' there on that lawn
    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

    [Verse 2]
    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
    Oohh
    Stayed there 'til they forced us out
    And took the long way to your house
    I can still hear the sound of you sayin' "don't go"

    [Chorus]
    When I think about you, I think about 17
    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

    [Verse 3]
    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

    [Verse 4]
    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 USA
    You relive those glory days
    So long ago

    [Chorus]
    When you think about me, do you think about 17
    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

    [Bridge]
    Woah-oh-oh-oh
    Woah-oh-oh-oh
    Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
    Woah-oh-oh-oh
    Woah-oh-oh-oh
    Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

    [Refrain]
    Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
    Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
    Springsteen
    Springsteen
    Woah Springsteen

    [Outro]
    Woah-oh-oh-oh
    Woah-oh-oh-oh
    Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
    Woah-oh-oh-oh
    Woah-oh-oh-oh
    Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
    Woah-oh-oh-oh
    Woah-oh-oh-oh
    Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
    Woah-oh-oh-oh
    Woah-oh-oh-oh
    Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

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