Tablature summer of 75 - Chris Knight

          



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  From: Andrew Lyon <Andrew@lyonap.force9.co.uk>

  Date: Wednesday, April 22, 1998 4:13 PM

  Subject: "Summer of 75" by Chris Knight

  

  

  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                                   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 


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 Summer of 75, de Chris knight 

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