Ah, the sweet nostalgia of youth! This tune is a sentimental jaunt down memory lane, where love was as fiery as a summer sunset and as fleeting as the melody of a favorite song. Church uses the legendary Bruce Springsteen not just as a namesake, but as an embodiment of those golden days - a soundtrack to his teenage romance. The lyrics are soaked in sepia-toned memories of old jeeps, rebellious tattoos, and stolen moments under starlit skies. Each verse is a tribute to that intoxicating blend of youthful rebellion and first love. Even though time may have faded the details and distance might have grown, every strum on the radio strings together past and present, proving how melodies can indeed sound like memories.
Springsteen
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To this day when I hear that song
I see you standin' there on that lawn
Discount shades, store bought tan
Flip flops and cut-off jeans
Somewhere between that setting sun
"I'm On Fire" and I'm "Born To Run"
You looked at me and I was done
But we, we're just getting started
I was singin' to you, you were singin' 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 sayin' don't go
When I think about you, I think about seventeen
I think about my old Jeep
I think about the stars in the sky
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Like the 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
From back when I was gasoline
And this old tattoo had brand new ink
And we didn't care what your mom would think
About 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 seventeen?
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
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Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
Springsteen
Springsteen
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Writer(s): Eric Church, Jeffery Hyde, Ryan Tyndell
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Anthem Entertainment
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