Summer Of '75 taby ukulele według Chris Knight

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In the lamp light on Locust Street, with the party far behind
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No sound but the beat of her heart and mine
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The smell of her hair was my first breath, and her lips were my first
kiss
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And my first step was a headlong dive

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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

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In the morning light she wore my coat, and all I wanted to know
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Was she trembling from the feeling or the cold
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As the sleepy small town came to life, I saw the answer in her eyes
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And knew I'd always have her hand to hold

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Now somethings don't need saying, you just feel 'em deep inside
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The way I felt in the summer of '75

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Now all that seems like yesterday, how the time slips away
    F#m                 A
The blinding speed will leave you feeling cold
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So when I feel the hands of time tugging at this life of mine
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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

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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