Chords for Chris Knight, "Summer of '75"
Tempo:
137.85 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
E
F#m
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#m]
[D]
[A]
In the lamplight on Local Street, [F#m] with a party far behind, and [D] no sound but the beat of her
[A] heart and mine.
The smell of her hair was my first [F#m] breath, and her lips were my first [D] kiss, and my first
step was a [A] headlong dive.
I [E] couldn't keep myself from falling, [A] so she taught me [D] to fly.
I [A] was born [E] in the summer of [D] 75.
[A] In the morning light she wore my coat, [F#m] and all I wanted to know was [D] she trembling from
the feeling [A] of the cold.
As a sleepy small town came to life, [F#m] I saw the answer in her [D] eyes, and knew I'd always
have her [A] hand to hold.
[E] Now some things don't need saying, you [A] just feel them deep [D] inside, the way [A] I felt in the
[E] summer of [D] 75.
[B]
Now [E] all that seems like yesterday, [D] and how the [A] time slips [E] away, [F#m] the blinding [D] speed will
leave you feeling [A] cold.
[E] So when I feel the hands of [D] time tugging at [A] this lap [E] of mine, [F#m] I reach for [D] the warmest
[E] thing to hold.
[C#m]
[A]
[F#m]
[D]
[A]
The light still shines on Loka Street, [F#m] somewhere back in time, and I [D] wake up to the beat of
her heart [A] and mine.
And 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 [A] my side.
I might [E] not make church on Sunday, but I [A] thank the Lord [D] each [A] night,
[D] that I was [A] born in [E] the
summer of [D] 75.
Yeah, I was [A] born [E] in the summer of [D] 75.
[A]
[D]
[A]
In the lamplight on Local Street, [F#m] with a party far behind, and [D] no sound but the beat of her
[A] heart and mine.
The smell of her hair was my first [F#m] breath, and her lips were my first [D] kiss, and my first
step was a [A] headlong dive.
I [E] couldn't keep myself from falling, [A] so she taught me [D] to fly.
I [A] was born [E] in the summer of [D] 75.
[A] In the morning light she wore my coat, [F#m] and all I wanted to know was [D] she trembling from
the feeling [A] of the cold.
As a sleepy small town came to life, [F#m] I saw the answer in her [D] eyes, and knew I'd always
have her [A] hand to hold.
[E] Now some things don't need saying, you [A] just feel them deep [D] inside, the way [A] I felt in the
[E] summer of [D] 75.
[B]
Now [E] all that seems like yesterday, [D] and how the [A] time slips [E] away, [F#m] the blinding [D] speed will
leave you feeling [A] cold.
[E] So when I feel the hands of [D] time tugging at [A] this lap [E] of mine, [F#m] I reach for [D] the warmest
[E] thing to hold.
[C#m]
[A]
[F#m]
[D]
[A]
The light still shines on Loka Street, [F#m] somewhere back in time, and I [D] wake up to the beat of
her heart [A] and mine.
And 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 [A] my side.
I might [E] not make church on Sunday, but I [A] thank the Lord [D] each [A] night,
[D] that I was [A] born in [E] the
summer of [D] 75.
Yeah, I was [A] born [E] in the summer of [D] 75.
[A]
Key:
A
D
E
F#m
B
A
D
E
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
In the _ lamplight on Local Street, [F#m] with a party far behind, and [D] no sound but the beat of her
[A] heart and mine. _ _ _ _
The smell of her hair was my first [F#m] breath, and her lips were my first [D] kiss, _ and my first
step was a [A] headlong dive.
I _ _ _ _ [E] couldn't keep myself from falling, _ [A] so she taught me [D] to fly. _
_ _ I [A] was born _ [E] in the summer of [D] 75. _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] In the morning light she wore my coat, [F#m] _ and all I wanted to know was [D] she trembling _ from
the feeling [A] of the cold. _
_ _ _ As a sleepy small town came to life, [F#m] I saw the answer in her [D] eyes, and knew I'd always
have her [A] hand to hold. _ _
_ _ _ [E] Now some things don't need saying, you [A] just feel them deep [D] inside, _ _ _ the way [A] I felt in the
[E] summer of [D] 75.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B]
Now [E] all that seems like _ yesterday, [D] and how the [A] time slips [E] away, [F#m] the blinding [D] speed will
leave you feeling [A] cold. _ _ _ _
[E] So when I feel the hands of [D] time _ tugging at [A] this lap [E] of mine, [F#m] I reach for [D] the warmest
[E] thing to hold.
_ _ [C#m] _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
The light still shines on Loka Street, [F#m] somewhere back in time, and I [D] wake up _ to the beat of
her heart [A] and mine. _ _ _ _ _
And 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 [A] my side.
_ _ _ _ I might [E] not make church on Sunday, but I [A] thank the Lord [D] each [A] night, _
[D] _ that I was [A] born in [E] the
summer of [D] 75. _ _ _ _
_ Yeah, I was [A] born [E] in the summer of [D] 75. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
In the _ lamplight on Local Street, [F#m] with a party far behind, and [D] no sound but the beat of her
[A] heart and mine. _ _ _ _
The smell of her hair was my first [F#m] breath, and her lips were my first [D] kiss, _ and my first
step was a [A] headlong dive.
I _ _ _ _ [E] couldn't keep myself from falling, _ [A] so she taught me [D] to fly. _
_ _ I [A] was born _ [E] in the summer of [D] 75. _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] In the morning light she wore my coat, [F#m] _ and all I wanted to know was [D] she trembling _ from
the feeling [A] of the cold. _
_ _ _ As a sleepy small town came to life, [F#m] I saw the answer in her [D] eyes, and knew I'd always
have her [A] hand to hold. _ _
_ _ _ [E] Now some things don't need saying, you [A] just feel them deep [D] inside, _ _ _ the way [A] I felt in the
[E] summer of [D] 75.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B]
Now [E] all that seems like _ yesterday, [D] and how the [A] time slips [E] away, [F#m] the blinding [D] speed will
leave you feeling [A] cold. _ _ _ _
[E] So when I feel the hands of [D] time _ tugging at [A] this lap [E] of mine, [F#m] I reach for [D] the warmest
[E] thing to hold.
_ _ [C#m] _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
The light still shines on Loka Street, [F#m] somewhere back in time, and I [D] wake up _ to the beat of
her heart [A] and mine. _ _ _ _ _
And 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 [A] my side.
_ _ _ _ I might [E] not make church on Sunday, but I [A] thank the Lord [D] each [A] night, _
[D] _ that I was [A] born in [E] the
summer of [D] 75. _ _ _ _
_ Yeah, I was [A] born [E] in the summer of [D] 75. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _