That Summer

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1.   I went to work for her that 
summer, a teenage kid so far from 
Em
home,
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    she was a lonely widow woman, 
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hell bent to make it on her own.
    We were a thousands miles from 
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nowhere,
    wheat fields as far as I could 
Em
see,
    both needing something from 
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eachother,
    not knowing yet what that might 
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be.
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2. Till she came to me one evening,
                          Em
 hot cup of coffee and a smile,
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    in a dress that I was certain 
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she hadn't worn in quite a while.
    There was a difference in her 
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laughter,
    there was a softness in her 
Em
eyes,
    and on the air there was a 
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hunger,      even a boy could 
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recognize.

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She had a need to feel the thunder,
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to chase the lightning from the sky,
to watch the storm and all it's 
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wonders raging in her lovers eyes.
                           Em      
She had to ride the heat of 
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passion,       like a comet burning 
bright,
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rushing headlong in the wind, out 
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where only dreams have been,
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burning both ends of the night.
C - G

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3. That summer wind was all around 
me,
    nothing between us but the 
Em
night,
    and when I told her that I'd 
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never,
    she softly whispered, "That's 
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alright!"
    And then I watched her hands of 
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leather turn to velvet in a touch,
    there's never been another 
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summer,
    when I have ever learned so 
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much.
    + REFRAIN (We 
                                  - 
..........eachother ..........we)
C - D - G

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4. I often think about that summer,
    the sweat, the moonlight and the
 Em
 lace,
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    and I have rarely held another,
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 when I haven't seen her face.
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    And everytime I pass a wheat 
field,
    and watch it dancing in the 
Em
wind,
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    although I know it isn't real,
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    I just can't help but feel her 
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hungry arms again.   + REFRAIN
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    rushing headlong in the wind, 
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out where only dreams have been,
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    burning both ends of the night.
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