Biography:
Chris Knight (born June 24, 1960) is an American singer-songwriter from Slaughters, Kentucky. In addition to releasing solo records of his own material, Knight has had a successful career writing songs that have been recorded by Confederate Railroad, John Anderson, and Randy Travis among others.
Knight was born in St. Louis, Missouri, and grew up in Slaughters, Kentucky. His extended family lives in the same area of Kentucky. Knight has three brothers and a sister.
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Other songs:
- 'til My Leavin's Through
- Blame Me
- Down The River
- Enough Rope
- Framed
- Heart Of Stone
- It Ain't Easy Being Me
- Lova And A .45
- North Dakota
- Send A Boat
- Summer Of '75
- A Pretty Good Guy
- Almost There
- Another Friday Night
- Band Is Playing Too Slow
- Beckys Bible
- Bridle On A Bull
- Bring The Harvest Home
- Broken Plow
- Crooked Road
- Cry Lonely
- Danville
- Go On Home
- Hard Candy
- Hard Edges
- Hell Aint Half Full
- Hello Old Man
- Here Comes The Rain
- Highway Junkie
- Homesick Gypsy
- House And 90 Acres
- If I Were You
- It Aint Easy Bein Me
- It Aint Easy Being Me
- Jack Blue
- Leaving Souvenirs
- Little Victories
- Love And A 45
- Low Down Ramblin Blues
- My Old Cars
- Nothing On Me
- Out Of This Hole
- Ritas Only Fault
- Run From Your Memory
- Rural Route
- Something Changed
- Spike Drivin Blues
- Summer Of 7
- Summer Of 75
- The Band Is Playing Too Slow
- The Border
- The Hammer Going Down
- The Rivers Own
- Till My Leavins Through
- William
- Williams Son
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[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
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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