Summer Job Days

Capo 2
Am F C G

Am                                                   F
Well I was the only one down in Kiva Duns,
C                                                       G
That didn?t drive a car that wasn't cool enough.
Am                                                         F
Just a baby blue parking-lot gremlin, not exactly a magnet for the women,
C                                                 G
Until I hung that surfboard out the back.
Am                                      F
For tips I caddied at the local course,
C                                                  G
At night I mixed boat drinks down on the Warf.
Am                                                                          F
Flirting with the college girls getting my bare feet wet out in the world.
C                      G
Fell in love a hundred times. 

-Chorus-

C                                        G
Time was mine and life was easy, just like those ocean breezes.
Am                                              F
Carrying off the afternoon wasn't long underneath the moon we had.
C                                                                              G
A beach fire and a pile of wet clothes, laid back watching her skin glow.
Am                                                           F                           G
I gotta smile when I think about those tan bod bikini top so hot summer job 
     Am F C G
days.

Am                                          F
The end of August came and the crowds went home,
C                                                   G
The beaches deserted and the girls were gone.
Am                                                                                         F
Yeah I waved goodbye to the time and place and that two-lane back to the interstate.
C                       G
When I look back I still look back when.

-Chorus-

C                                                            G
Time was mine and life was easy, just like those ocean breezes.
Am                                              F
Carrying off the afternoon wasn?t long underneath the moon we had.
C                                                                              G
A beach fire and a pile of wet clothes, laid back watching her skin glow.
Am                                                                           F    G
I gotta smile when I think about those tan bod bikini top so hot summer job 
     C G Am F (solo)
days.


Repeat chorus, C G Am F End with Am F C G (2x)