SpringsteenBy Eric Church

Brandon Drury

To this day when I hear that songI see you standin' there on that lawnDiscount shades, store bought tanFlip flops and cut-off jeans

Somewhere between that setting sunI'm on fire and born to runYou looked at me and I was doneAnd we're, we're just getting started

I was singin' to you, you were singin' to meI was so alive, never been more freeFired up my daddy's lighter and we sangOoohh

Stayed there 'til they forced us outAnd took the long way to your houseI can still hear the sound of you sayin' don't go

When I think about you, I think about 17I think about my old jeepI think about the stars in the skyFunny how a melody sounds like a memoryLike the soundtrack to a July Saturday nightSpringsteen

I bumped into you by happenstanceYou probably wouldn't even know who I amBut 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 inkAnd we didn't care what your mom would thinkAbout your name on my arm

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Baby is it spring or is it summerThe guitar sound or the beat of that drummerYou hear sometimes late at night On your radio

Even though you're a million miles awayWhen you hear Born in the USAYou relive those glory daysSo long ago

When you think about me, do you think about 17Do you think about my old jeepThink about the stars in the skyFunny how a melody sounds like a memoryLike a soundtrack to a July Saturday nightSpringsteenSpringsteen

Woah-oh-oh-oh

Funny how a melody sounds like a memoryLike a soundtrack to a July Saturday nightSpringsteenSpringsteenWoah Springsteen

Woah-oh-oh-oh

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• Apostrophe: "To this day when I hear that song I see standin there on that lawn"

• Hyperbole: "I'm on fire I'm born to run"

• Consonance: Summer and Drummer