Summer of '75
by: Chris Knight (Written by Chris Knight, Sam Tate & Annie Tate)
CD: Chris Knight
From: Andrew@lyonap.force9.co.uk
Intro: A F#m D A
[A]In the lamp light on Locust Street, [F#m]with the party far behind
[D]No sound but the beat of her heart and [A]mine
The [A]smell of her hair was my first breath, and [F#m]her lips were my first
kiss
[D]And my first step was a headlong [A]dive
I couldn't [E]keep myself from falling, so [A]she taught me to [D]fly
And I was [A]born in the [E]summer of '7[D]5
[A]In the morning light she wore my coat, [F#m]and all I wanted to know
[D]Was she trembling from the feeling or the [A]cold
[A]As the sleepy small town came to life, [F#m]I saw the answer in her eyes
[D]And knew I'd always have her hand to [A]hold
Now [E]somethings don't need saying, you just [A]feel 'em deep [D]inside
The way I [A]felt in the [E]summer of '7[D]5
Now [E]all that seems like yesterday, [D]how the time [A]slips away
The [F#m]blinding speed will [A]leave you feeling cold
So [E]when I feel the hands of time [D]tugging at this [A]life of mine
I [F#m]reach for the [D]warmest thing to [E]hold
[A] [F#m] [D] [A]
[A]A light still shines on Locust Street, [F#m]somewhere back in time
And I wake [D]up to the beat of her heart and [A]mine
And [A]I reach out and touch her hair, [F#m]just to know that she's still there
[D]And the dream I had is still by my [A]side
I might [E]not make church on Sunday, but I [A]thank the Lord each [D]night
That I was [A]born in the [E]summer of '7[D]5
Yeah, I was [A]born in the [E]summer of '7[D]5
by: Chris Knight (Written by Chris Knight, Sam Tate & Annie Tate)
CD: Chris Knight
From: Andrew@lyonap.force9.co.uk
Intro: A F#m D A
[A]In the lamp light on Locust Street, [F#m]with the party far behind
[D]No sound but the beat of her heart and [A]mine
The [A]smell of her hair was my first breath, and [F#m]her lips were my first
kiss
[D]And my first step was a headlong [A]dive
I couldn't [E]keep myself from falling, so [A]she taught me to [D]fly
And I was [A]born in the [E]summer of '7[D]5
[A]In the morning light she wore my coat, [F#m]and all I wanted to know
[D]Was she trembling from the feeling or the [A]cold
[A]As the sleepy small town came to life, [F#m]I saw the answer in her eyes
[D]And knew I'd always have her hand to [A]hold
Now [E]somethings don't need saying, you just [A]feel 'em deep [D]inside
The way I [A]felt in the [E]summer of '7[D]5
Now [E]all that seems like yesterday, [D]how the time [A]slips away
The [F#m]blinding speed will [A]leave you feeling cold
So [E]when I feel the hands of time [D]tugging at this [A]life of mine
I [F#m]reach for the [D]warmest thing to [E]hold
[A] [F#m] [D] [A]
[A]A light still shines on Locust Street, [F#m]somewhere back in time
And I wake [D]up to the beat of her heart and [A]mine
And [A]I reach out and touch her hair, [F#m]just to know that she's still there
[D]And the dream I had is still by my [A]side
I might [E]not make church on Sunday, but I [A]thank the Lord each [D]night
That I was [A]born in the [E]summer of '7[D]5
Yeah, I was [A]born in the [E]summer of '7[D]5
