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Date: Tue, 12 May 1998 20:42:02 -0400
From: Andrew@lyonap.force9.co.uk
Subject: k/knight_chris/summer_of_75.crd

>Summer of '75
>by: Chris Knight (Written by Chris Knight, Sam Tate & Annie Tate)
>CD: Chris Knight
>
>
>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
>