Songtexte Springsteen - Live - Eric Church

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
July Saturday night
Springsteen

To this day when I hear that song, I see you standing 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, we were just getting started

I was singing to you, you were singing to me
I was so alive, never been more free
Fired up my daddy's lighter and we sang oh, oh, oh
Stayed there 'til they forced us out
We took the long way to your house
And I can still hear the sound
Of you saying, "Don't go"

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 a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
Springsteen

I bumped in to 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

From back when I was gasoline
And this old tattoo had brand new ink
And we didn't care what your momma'd think
'Bout your name on my arm

Baby is it spring or is it summer?
The guitar sound or the beat of the 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
Do you relive those glory days from so long ago?

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

Let me hear you just like
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Oh just like
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I hear you, Chatanooga

I just wanna say from the bottom of my heart
I thank you for a very special night here in Chatanooga Tennessee
Every night, every night when I sing this song
Doesn't matter I've sang it a thousand times
I still remember my first ampitheater concert, I was 16 years old
Verizon wireless ampitheater in Charlotte, North Caroline

I remember the way the grass smelt
I remember the way the sky looked
I remember the taste of the beer from the older couple
That we stole it from just down the lawn

I had a melody connect itself with a memory that night
And that's what this song's about
It's about something that we're gonna remember for a long, long time
If you'll indulge me
I'm gonna connect a melody in a memory
Right now

Yeah by day we sweat it out on the street
Of a runaway American Dream
At night we ride through the mansions of glory
In our suicide machines
Sprung from cages on Highway 9
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected, I am steppin' out over the line
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
I want to get out while I'm still young

Yeah tramps like us, baby we were born to run
Oh, ooh
Oh, ooh
Oh, ooh
Oh, ooh
Oh, ooh

One more time
Woah, oh
Let me hear you just like
Woah, oh
Up top, go just like
Woah, oh
Woah, oh

Let me hear the floor go just like
Woah, oh
Woah, oh
Let me hear Chatanooga go like
Woah, oh
Woah, oh

Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Like a soundtrack to an October Tuesday night
Springsteen
I remember Springsteen, and I will never
I will never forget you Chatanooga Tennessee
I will never forget you