Summer of 69

Bryan Adams

Tipo de gaita: Diatônica
Tom: D

Moderate Rock Tempo
Needs to be played in the lower key harps
I prefer G or D or A, but ok in C



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I got my first real six string~~~
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Bought it at the five and dime
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Played it 'til my fin-ger~~~ bled
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Was the summer of six-ty nine

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Me and some guys from school
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Had a band and we tried real hard
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Jimmy quit and Jo-dy got mar~~~ried
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I should'a known, we'd never get far
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Oh when I look back now
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That summer semed to last for-ev-er 
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And if I had the chance
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YEAH, I'd always, WAN-NA BE THERE
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Those were the best days of my~~~ life
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Back in the summer of sixty nine

Then verse 2 (sane Tune, See Below)

Bridge

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Man, we were killing time
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We were young and restless
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We needed to unwind
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I guess nothing can last for-ev~~~~er
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FOR-EV~~~~ER.... NO


Verse 3 (same as 1 an 2. To fade)





Verse 2
Ain't no use in complaining
When you got a job to do 
Spent my eveninings down at the drive-in 
And that's when I met you 

Standing on your mama's porch 
You told me that you'd wait forever 
Oh and when you held my hand 
I knew that it was now or never 
Those were the best days of my life 

Back in the summer of '69 

Bridge

Man we were killing time 
We were young and restless 
We needed to unwind 
I guess nothing can last forever - forever, no 

verse 3
And now the times are changing 
Look at everything that's come and gone 
Sometimes when I play that old six-string 
I think about you wonder what went wrong 

Standing on your mama's porch 
You told me it would last forever 
Oh the way you held my hand 
I knew that it was now or never 
Those were the best days of my life 

Back in the summer of '69