Album
Chief
Springsteen
FIRST PLAYED
Friday, Jan 20, 2012
Show Me Center, Cape Girardeau, MO
LAST PLAYED
Saturday, Jul 13, 2024
Iowa Speedway, Newton, IA
Release Date
Tuesday, Jul 26, 2011
Times Played
381
PURCHASE SONG
STREAM SONG
LYRICS
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 settin' sun,
"I'm On Fire" and "Born To Run"
You looked at me and I was done,
And we, we're 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
Stayed there 'til they forced us out
And took the long way to your house
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 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
'Bout your name on my arm
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
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
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
Springsteen, Springsteen, oh, Springsteen
I see you standing there on that lawn
Discount shades, store-bought tan,
Flip-flops and cut-off jeans
Somewhere between that settin' sun,
"I'm On Fire" and "Born To Run"
You looked at me and I was done,
And we, we're 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
Stayed there 'til they forced us out
And took the long way to your house
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 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
'Bout your name on my arm
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
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
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
Springsteen, Springsteen, oh, Springsteen