Monday, September 04, 2023

Still thinking out loud

A Suzuki 1072-F Folkmaster Harmonica in F should arrive tomorrow. I plumped for it as it is one of the few harps available from Amazon, at least over here, with free next day Prime delivery.

Apparently, it is confirmed by a letter from Mike Batlan, who worked for Springsteen as a musical instrument technician from 1973 to 1985, that the harmonica on  Thunder Road is in F. Good enough for me.

If only I knew how to read harmonica tabs. Ah well, as I don't I suppose ears and experimentation will, as ever have to take the strain.

The shape names I will be playing on guitar if I have a capo on fret 3 follow in a non proportional font so that they should stay in sync with the lyrics if I print it out.

Provided Donna's got the old Joanna down pat I reckon I will come in just strumming on You can hide neath your covers and study your pain, then do something fancier from Well I  got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk.

D Bm  D G  D F#m  G  A
    D                 G       D
The screen door slams, Mary's dress sways
                          A                      G
Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
           D                 G
Hey that's me and I want you only
                            D                 A
Don't turn me home again, I just can't face myself alone again
      D                        G                      D       G D
Don't run back inside, darling you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking
     A                   G
That maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
            D                        G
You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright
       D                   A
Oh and that's alright with me
        D                          Bm
You can hide neath your covers and study your pain
     D                               G
Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain
D                 F#m
Waste your summer praying in vain
      G                          A
For a saviour to rise from these streets
             D                    Bm
Well now I'm no hero, that's understood
        D                                  G
All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood
       D                 F#m
With a chance to make it good somehow
    G                   A
Hey what else can we do now?
       D                        G                 D             G D
Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair
Well the night's busting open
      F#m                    G
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
   D                            G
To trade in these wings on some wheels
              D                     A
Climb in back heaven's waiting down on the tracks
D          Bm
Oh oh come take my hand
      D                     G
We re riding out tonight to case the promised land
D        F#m              G                A
Oh oh oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road,
D                      Bm
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
    D                   G
Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run
D        F#m                  G          A             D
Oh oh oh oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold, Thunder Road
D       G                     A                      D
Well I  got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk
       Bm                                          G    A
And my car's out back if you're ready to take that long walk
          G                       A
From your front porch to my front seat
           F#m                        Bm
The door's open but the ride it ain't free
    G                                   Em
And I know you're lonely for words that I ain't spoken
But tonight we'll be free, all the promises'll be broken
           D                     G                D        G D
There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
       F#m                G
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
                D                          G
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet and in the
F#m                                    G
Lonely cool before dawn you hear their engines roaring on but when you
Em                       A           G              Em
Get to the porch they're gone on the wind - so Mary climb in
       G                           A                      D
It's a town full of losers and I'm pulling out of here to win
D  A   D  G
D  A   G G G  A A A  5x

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