Intro: D, G, D, G

Verse:
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.

Chorus:
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.

Verse:
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?

[Chorus]
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.

Break:
D                  D                 G                  
Bm   A
Whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Ohh-ohh.

Ending:
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

D                  D                 G                  
Bm   A
Whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Ohh-ohh. x4