Elliott Murphy
Dion
Lucky 7
Dan Bern
Crazysloth
The Mystic Knights Of The Sea
Nils Lofgren
Cidny Bullens
Matthew Ryan
Mike Rimbaud
Sid Griffin
Billy Bragg and The Blokes
Joe D’Urso & Stone Caravan
Steve Wynn & The Miracle 3
Gary Lucas
Jennifer Glass
The Clarks
Marc Broussard
John Cafferty & The Beaver Brown Band
Elvis Costello
Pete Yorn
Graham Parker
Garland Jeffreys
Jason Ringenberg
Joe Grushecky & The Houserockers
Rosie Flores
Willie Nile
Kirk Kelly
Patty Griffin
The Paradise Brothers
Mark Wright
Graziano Romani
The Format
Jesse Malin
Tom Cochrane & Damhnait Doyle
Cowboy Mouth
Joe Ely
The screen door slams, Mary's dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays
Roy Orbison's singing for the lonely
Hey, that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again, I just can't face myself alone again
Don't run back inside, darling, you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking that maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty, but hey, you're alright
Oh and that's alright with me
You can hide 'neath your covers and study your pain
Make crosses from your lover, throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
Well, I'm no hero, that's understood
All the redemption I can offer is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Well, what else can we do now?
Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair
The night's bustin' open, these two lanes can take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real, trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back, heaven's waiting down the tracks
Oh-oh, come take my hand
We're riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh-oh-oh, Thunder Road, oh, Thunder Road
Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
I know it's late, we can make it if we run
Oh-oh-oh, Thunder Road, sit tight
Take hold, Thunder Road
Well, I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk
And my car's out back if you're ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open but the ride ain't free
And I know you're lonely for words I ain't spoken
Tonight we'll be free, all the promises will be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road in the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they're gone
On the wind
So Mary climb in
It's a town full of losers, and I'm pulling out of here to win
Thunder Road was written by Bruce Springsteen.