in the lamp light on locust street with the party far behind no sound but the beat of her heart and mine the smell of her hair was my first breath and her lips were my first kiss and my first step was a headlong dive i couldn t keep myself from falling so she taught me to fly and i was born in the summer of 75 in the morning light she wore my coat and all i wanted to know was she trembling from the feeling or the cold as the sleepy small town came to life i saw the answer in her eyes and knew i d always have her hand to hold now somethings don t need saying you just feel em deep inside the way i felt in the summer of 75 now all that seems like yesterday how the time slips away the blinding speed will leave you feeling cold so when i feel the hands of time tugging at this life of mine i reach for the warmest thing to hold a light still shines on locust street somewhere back in time and i wake up to the beat of her heart and mine and i reach out and touch her hair just to know that she s still there and the dream i had is still by my side i might not make church on sunday but i thank the lord each night that i was born in the summer of 75 yeah i was born in the summer of 75
['red dirt', 'roots americana', 'roots rock', 'texas country']