| G | C | |
| In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a | runaway |
| D | |
| American | dream |
| G | C | D7 | |
| At | night we ride through mansions of glory in | suicide | machines |
| C | G/B | |
| Sprung from cages on | highway 9 |
| Am | C | G | D | |
| Chrome | wheels, fuel injected and | steppin' out over the | line, | Oh, |
| C | G/B | |
| Baby, this town rips the | bones from your back |
| Am | C | |
| It's a | death trap, it's a | suicide rap |
| G | Em | |
| I wanna | get out while I'm still | young |
| C | D | G | |
| 'Cause | tramps like us, | baby we were born to | run |
| G | |
| Well, Wendy, let me in, I wanna be your friend, I wanna |
| C | D | |
| guard your dreams and | visions |
| G | |
| Just | wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims, strap your |
| C | D | |
| hands across my | engines |
| C | G/B | |
| And to | gether we could | break this trap |
| Am | C | G | D | |
| We'll | run til we drop, and | baby we'll never go | back, | Oh, |
| C | G/B | |
| Walk with me out | on the wire |
| Am | C | |
| Girl, I'm just a scared and | lonely rider |
| G | Em | |
| And I | gotta know how it | feels |
| C | D | G | |
| I wanna | know if love is wild, I | wanna know if love is | real |
| D | F | |
| Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones | scream down the |
| boulevard |
| C | |
| The girls | comb their hair in the rear view mirrors and the |
| Am | G | |
| boys try to look so | hard |
| D | F | |
| The a | musement park rises bold and stark, kids are | huddled on |
| the beach in the mist |
| C | |
| Well, I wanna | die with you Wendy on the streets tonight in |
| Am | D | |
| an | everlasting | kiss |
| G | C | |
| Well, the | highway's jammed with broken heroes on a | last |
| D | |
| chance power | drive |
| G | C | |
| Every | body's out on the run tonight, but there ain't | no place |
| D | |
| left to | hide |
| C | G | |
| To | gether we could | live with the sadness |
| Am | D | C | |
| I'll | love you with all the | maddness in my | soul |
| G | |
| Someday, baby, I | don't know when |
| Am | D | C | |
| We're gonna | get to that place that we | really wanna | go |
| C | Am | |
| And we'll walk in the | sun |
| C | D | G | |
| Til then, | tramps like us, | baby we were born to | run |
velvet rims, it is
No, it is definetly velvet rims.
It's "velvet rims." Check out the music section of brucespringsteen.net; it gives the lyrics for all his songs!
Velvet Rims are an actual item. I've seen them on a few cars - sexy wheels!
Starting at "sprung from cages" should be: C G/B Am C G D
C G/B Am C G Em C D G
Same at verse 2
Hope you didn't mind me changing that.
Also the bridge is a bit more complicated: [F Bb C Eb] (2x's) Each chord rocks back and forth on sus4's.
Next is Ab Eb Ab with sus 4's, then single notes A Bb B C C# A, jump an octave up to D & decend chromatically hitting d# 4x's before resolving on D.
If you're comfortable doing it the way you've been doing it, ignore this, but I think you'll find it works much better.
That decending chromatic would start D string 12th fret, 11, 10, 9, 8 etc.
This tab is based off the acoustic recording on the "Chimes of Freedom" album.