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From: Andrew Lyon <Andrew@lyonap.force9.co.uk>
Date: Wednesday, April 22, 1998 4:13 PM
Subject: "Summer of 75" by Chris Knight


Summer of '75
by: Chris Knight (Written by Chris Knight, Sam Tate & Annie Tate)
CD: Chris Knight
From: Andrew@lyonap.force9.co.uk


Intro:  A F#m D A

A                                   F#m
In the lamp light on Locust Street, with the party far behind
D                                      A
No sound but the beat of her heart and mine
    A                                          F#m
The smell of her hair was my first breath, and her lips were my first
kiss
D                                A
And my first step was a headlong dive

           E                            A                D
I couldn't keep myself from falling, so she taught me to fly
          A           E           D
And I was born in the summer of '75

A                                      F#m
In the morning light she wore my coat, and all I wanted to know
D                                         A
Was she trembling from the feeling or the cold
A                                      F#m
As the sleepy small town came to life, I saw the answer in her eyes
D                                    A
And knew I'd always have her hand to hold

    E                                      A             D
Now somethings don't need saying, you just feel 'em deep inside
          A           E           D
The way I felt in the summer of '75

    E                              D            A
Now all that seems like yesterday, how the time slips away
    F#m                 A
The blinding speed will leave you feeling cold
   E                             D               A
So when I feel the hands of time tugging at this life of mine
  F#m           D                E
I reach for the warmest thing to hold

A F#m D A

A                                      F#m
A light still shines on Locust Street, somewhere back in time
           D                               A
And I wake up to the beat of her heart and mine
    A                               F#m
And I reach out and touch her hair, just to know that she's still there
D                                  A
And the dream I had is still by my side

        E                                A                   D
I might not make church on Sunday, but I thank the Lord each night
           A           E           D
That I was born in the summer of '75
            A           E           D
Yeah, I was born in the summer of '75