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Intro:  A5 F#5 D5 A5 
 
A5                                   F#5 
In the lamp light on Locust Street, with the party far behind 
D5                                      A5 
No sound but the beat of her heart and mine 
    A5                                          F#5 
The smell of her hair was my first breath, and her lips were my first kiss 
D5                                A5 
And my first step was a headlong dive 
 

           E5                            A5                D5 
I couldn't keep myself from falling, so she taught me to fly 
          A5           E5           D5 
And I was born in the summer of '75 
 

A5                                      F#5 
In the morning light she wore my coat, and all I wanted to know 
D5                                         A5 
Was she trembling from the feeling or the cold 
A5                                      F#5 
As the sleepy small town came to life, I saw the answer in her eyes 
D5                                    A5 
And knew I'd always have her hand to hold 
 

    E5                                      A5             D5 
Now somethings don't need saying, you just feel 'em deep inside 
          A5           E5           D5 
The way I felt in the summer of '75 
 

    E5                              D5            A5 
Now all that seems like yesterday, how the time slips away 
    F#5                 A5 
The blinding speed will leave you feeling cold 
   E5                             D5               A5 
So when I feel the hands of time tugging at this life of mine 
  F#5           D5                E5 
I reach for the warmest thing to hold 
 

A5 F#5 D5 A5 
 
A5                                      F#5 
A light still shines on Locust Street, somewhere back in time 
           D5                               A5 
And I wake up to the beat of her heart and mine 
    A5                               F#5 
And I reach out and touch her hair, just to know that she's still there 
D5                                  A5 
And the dream I had is still by my side 
 

        E5                                A5                   D5 
I might not make church on Sunday, but I thank the Lord each night 
           A5           E5           D5 
That I was born in the summer of '75 
            A5           E5           D5 
Yeah, I was born in the summer of '75
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