A F#m D AA F#m In the lamp light on Locust Street with the party far behindD A No sound but the beat of her heart and mineA F#m The smell of her hair was my first breath and her lips were my first kissD A And my first step was a headlong diveE A D I couldn't keep myself from falling so she taught me to flyA E D And I was born in the summer of '7A F#m In the morning light she wore my coat and all I wanted to knowD A Was she trembling from the feeling or the coldA F#m As the sleepy small town came to life I saw the answer in her eyesD A And knew I'd always have her hand to holdE A D Now somethings don't need saying you just feel 'em deep insideA E D The way I felt in the summer of '7E D A Now all that seems like yesterday how the time slips awayF#m A The blinding speed will leave you feeling coldE D A So when I feel the hands of time tugging at this life of mineF#m D E I reach for the warmest thing to holdA F#m D AA F#m A light still shines on Locust Street somewhere back in timeD A And I wake up to the beat of her heart and mineA F#m And I reach out and touch her hair just to know that she's still thereD A And the dream I had is still by my sideE A D I might not make church on Sunday but I thank the Lord each nightA E D That I was born in the summer of '7A E D Yeah I was born in the summer of '7
Summer Of 75
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