Sons Of Summer - from Playing Possum 1975
[Em]It makes me smile
To t[G]hink of what we dre[C]amed of
[F]Where are those sons of summer now
With their wild-haired women in their
patchwork gowns
Who co[C]uld laugh the lights away
Nights on the beach a[G]nd bay
[F]
[Am]The course on farms
[C]And the course in the bar
Sw[Em]eet smokin' in the b[F]ack of the car
[Am]Always the first time sh[C]ines to last like a mor[Em]ning st[F]ar
[Em]Like a morning s[F]tar
[Em]It's been a while since the l[G]ast time we were d[C]ancing
[F]Where are those sons of summer now
With their long-limbed ladies who all knew how
To ch[C]ase the blues away
I've got the bl[G]ues today
[F]
[Am]Your ivy days and your clubhou[C]se ways
[Em]Wine mug nights when the mu[F]sic played
[Am]Love that is real will not f[C]ade away like a mor[Em]ning s[F]tar
Like a morn[Em]ing st[F]ar
[C]
[F]Where are those sons of summer now
The winter has come
And you don't know how to tu[C]rn your
Dreams into coal
Your books won't h[G]old you
[F]
[Am]The woods get cold
And I fe[C]el too old
[Em]I begin to questioning your scho[F]olboy soul
[Am]Clever remarks that once w[C]on my heart
When the fi[Em]re won't light
Will they lo[F]se their spark
And [C]I can't help but get a little bit bl[F]ue
[C]Thinking about the precious nothing we once kn[F]ew
[C] [F]
[Em]It makes me smile
To t[G]hink of what we dre[C]amed of
[F]Where are those sons of summer now
With their wild-haired women in their
patchwork gowns
Who co[C]uld laugh the lights away
Nights on the beach a[G]nd bay
[F]
[Am]The course on farms
[C]And the course in the bar
Sw[Em]eet smokin' in the b[F]ack of the car
[Am]Always the first time sh[C]ines to last like a mor[Em]ning st[F]ar
[Em]Like a morning s[F]tar
[Em]It's been a while since the l[G]ast time we were d[C]ancing
[F]Where are those sons of summer now
With their long-limbed ladies who all knew how
To ch[C]ase the blues away
I've got the bl[G]ues today
[F]
[Am]Your ivy days and your clubhou[C]se ways
[Em]Wine mug nights when the mu[F]sic played
[Am]Love that is real will not f[C]ade away like a mor[Em]ning s[F]tar
Like a morn[Em]ing st[F]ar
[C]
[F]Where are those sons of summer now
The winter has come
And you don't know how to tu[C]rn your
Dreams into coal
Your books won't h[G]old you
[F]
[Am]The woods get cold
And I fe[C]el too old
[Em]I begin to questioning your scho[F]olboy soul
[Am]Clever remarks that once w[C]on my heart
When the fi[Em]re won't light
Will they lo[F]se their spark
And [C]I can't help but get a little bit bl[F]ue
[C]Thinking about the precious nothing we once kn[F]ew
[C] [F]
