Chris Knight - Summer of 75

^AIn the lamp light on Locust Street w^F#mith the party far behind ^DNo sound but the beat of her heart and ^Amine The ^Asmell of her hair was my first breath and h^F#mer lips were my first kiss ^DAnd my first step was a headlong ^Adive

I couldn't ^Ekeep myself from falling so s^Ahe taught me to f^Dly And I was ^Aborn in the ^Esummer of '7^D

^AIn the morning light she wore my coat a^F#mnd all I wanted to know ^DWas she trembling from the feeling or the ^Acold ^AAs the sleepy small town came to life I^F#m saw the answer in her eyes ^DAnd knew I'd always have her hand to ^Ahold

Now ^Esomethings don't need saying you just f^Aeel 'em deep i^Dnside The way I ^Afelt in the ^Esummer of '7^D

Now ^Eall that seems like yesterday h^Dow the time s^Alips away The ^F#mblinding speed will ^Aleave you feeling cold So ^Ewhen I feel the hands of time ^Dtugging at this ^Alife of mine I ^F#mreach for the ^Dwarmest thing to ^Ehold

^AA light still shines on Locust Street s^F#momewhere back in time And I wake ^Dup to the beat of her heart and ^Amine And ^AI reach out and touch her hair j^F#must to know that she's still there ^DAnd the dream I had is still by my ^Aside

I might ^Enot make church on Sunday but I t^Ahank the Lord each n^Dight That I was ^Aborn in the ^Esummer of '7^D Yeah I was b^Aorn in the s^Eummer of '7 ^D