"Born To Run"
Performed by Bruce Springsteen
Taken from the album "Born To Run"
First released in 1975

      x2

             
In the day we 

              
sweat it out o

              
n the streets 

             
of a runaway A

             
merican dream.
             
At night we ri

              
de through man

              
sions of glory

             
 in suicide ma


chines.
             
Sprung from ca

          
ges on Highway

           
 9, chrome whe

eled, fuel inj

ected, 
          
and steppin' o

              
ut over the li

  
ne.
          
Oh, baby this 

              
town rips the 


bones from you

r back.
           
It's a death t

            
rap, it's a su


icide rap.
             
We gotta get o

              
ut while we're

      
 young.
             
'Cause tramps 

             
like us, baby,

              
 we were born 

         
to run.

    

          
Wendy, let me 

in, I wanna be

 your friend, 
             
I wanna guard 

              
your dreams an

  
d visions.
           
Just wrap your

 legs 'round t

hese velvet ri

ms, and 
             
strap your han

             
ds 'cross my e


ngines.
             
Together we co

    
uld break this

 trap.
           
We'll run till

              
 we drop, and,

          
 baby we'll ne

       
ver go back.
          
Oh, will you w

              
alk with me ou

         
t on the wire?
            
'Cause, baby I

             
'm just a scar

       
ed and lonely 

rider, 
             
but I gotta kn

              
ow how it feel

          
s, I want to k

    
now if love is

 wild, babe, 
             
I want to know

              
 if love is re

  
al.

            
   Oh, come an

           
d show me.

   

   x2

   

         
Beyond the Pal

          
ace hemipowere

         
d drones  scre

             
am down the bo

        
ulevard.
          
Girls comb the

             
ir hair in rea

         
rview mirrors 

          
and the boys t

             
ry to look so 

 
hard.
          
The amusement 

          
park rises bol

          
d and stark as

 kids are 
          
huddled on the

           
 beach in a mi

 
st.
          
I wanna die wi

             
th you, Wendy,

          
 on the street

             
s tonight in a

         
n everlasting 

 
kiss.

            F#sus  F#sus 

               

             
The highways j

              
ammed with bro

              
ken heroes on 

             
a last chance 

            
power drive.
             
Ev'rybody's on

              
 the run tonig

              
ht, but there'

             
s no place lef

      
t to hide.
             
Together, Wend

          
y, we can live

 with the sadn

ess, 
           
I'll love you 

             
with all the m

/          
adness in my s

oul.
          
Oh, some day, 

          
girl, I don't 

              
know when, we'

         
re gonna get t

o that place 
          
where we reall

             
y wanna go, an

              
d we'll walk i

      
n the sun.
              
But till then,

             
 tramps like u

             
s, baby, we we

             
re born to run

 
!
             
Ah, honey, tra

             
mps like us, b

              
aby, we were b

          
orn to run!
              
Come on, Wendy

             
. Tramps like 

             
us, baby, we w

             
ere born to ru

n!

    
Woh.
             
Hm, oh, oh, oh

    
, oh.
         
Woh, oh, oh, o

     
h, oh,
   
.

Woh.
   
Woh.
             
Woh, oh, oh, o

   
h, oh.