I am glad that Eric Church Springsteen shared his version of those same experiences in such a thoughtful and sentimental manner. I am sure Bruce Springsteen smiled the first time he heard it.
Eric Church Springsteen Music Video
Growing-up in New Jersey, Bruce Springsteen was a significant part of my teens and twenties. I can reflect on song after song and let the memories connected to each one come alive and bring me back to the time and place of the initial experiences. I was fortunate enough to see him perform live about ten times between 1980-1985. There were definitely some, “Funny how a melody sounds like a memory. Like the soundtrack to a July Saturday night. Springsteen” moments, more than I can remember at this minute. He as much as any musical artist has imprints all over my high school and college days. He was not my favorite artist to listen to but seemed to effect me in a way few others could. And those four and five hours shows were so unique and forceful. We all left exhausted as members of the audience, can’t imagine how he must have felt after those performances.
Eric Church Springsteen Lyrics
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 born to run
You looked at me and I was done
And we’re, 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
Ooohh
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 17
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
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 17
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
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
Springsteen
Springsteen
Woah Springsteen
Woah-oh-oh-oh