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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 (244222@1)the lamp light on Locust Street, with the party far behind
>D                                      A>No (x02220@1)sound but the beat of her heart and mine
>    A (x02220@1)                                        F#m>The (244222@1)smell of her hair was my first breath, and her lips were my first
>D                                A>And (x02220@1)my first step was a headlong dive
>           E (022100@1)                          A (x02220@1)              D>I (xx0232@1)couldn't keep myself from falling, so she taught me to fly
>          A (x02220@1)         E (022100@1)         D>And (xx0232@1)I was born in the summer of '75
>A                                      F#m>In (244222@1)the morning light she wore my coat, and all I wanted to know
>D                                         A>Was (x02220@1)she trembling from the feeling or the cold
>A                                      F#m>As (244222@1)the sleepy small town came to life, I saw the answer in her eyes
>D                                    A>And (x02220@1)knew I'd always have her hand to hold
>    E (022100@1)                                    A (x02220@1)           D>Now (xx0232@1)somethings don't need saying, you just feel 'em deep inside
>          A (x02220@1)         E (022100@1)         D>The (xx0232@1)way I felt in the summer of '75
>    E (022100@1)                            D (xx0232@1)          A>Now (x02220@1)all that seems like yesterday, how the time slips away
>    F#m (244222@1)               A>The (x02220@1)blinding speed will leave you feeling cold
>   E (022100@1)                           D (xx0232@1)             A>So (x02220@1)when I feel the hands of time tugging at this life of mine
>  F#m (244222@1)         D (xx0232@1)              E>I (022100@1)reach for the warmest thing to hold
>A F#m D A
>A                                      F#m>A (244222@1)light still shines on Locust Street, somewhere back in time
>           D (xx0232@1)                             A>And (x02220@1)I wake up to the beat of her heart and mine
>    A (x02220@1)                             F#m>And (244222@1)I reach out and touch her hair, just to know that she's still there
>D                                  A>And (x02220@1)the dream I had is still by my side
>        E (022100@1)                              A (x02220@1)                 D>I (xx0232@1)might not make church on Sunday, but I thank the Lord each night
>           A (x02220@1)         E (022100@1)         D>That (xx0232@1)I was born in the summer of '75
>            A (x02220@1)         E (022100@1)         D>Yeah, (xx0232@1)I was born in the summer of '75

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