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I was loud and a little sad.
She was visiting from Atlanta, Georgia.
She had come to spend the summer with her dad.
I thought she was very pretty.
We would kiss and hold hands
Every night by the football field.
Her body was tan
>From the afternoons by the public swimming pool.
CHORUS: (strum these chords)
Sweet evening breeze
Blows around my thoughts and memories.
As I lie here today
And drink my tea,
I can still see
Sweet evening breeze.
VERSE 2:
I saw her in a coffee shop
In a big hotel down in Austin, Texas.
She had cut her long hair off
And replaced it with
Blue eyes of sad - ness.
Still acted like we were kids
C *Fill*
And she told me that she had to marry
And she asked me if I did
Still remember.
CHORUS
VERSE 3:
How redundant the future can be.
These days of old are very, very
Ridiculous for me to see
When I think about the real gone stor - ies
And how time holds the winning hand.
C *Fill*
I can tell by the lines on our faces
And the young can't understand
That they look at me
When they look at themselves.
CHORUS
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FILL: CHORDS:
C | 0 1 0 2 3
Em | 0 0 0 2 2 0
She was visiting from Atlanta, Georgia.
She had come to spend the summer with her dad.
I thought she was very pretty.
We would kiss and hold hands
Every night by the football field.
Her body was tan
>From the afternoons by the public swimming pool.
CHORUS: (strum these chords)
Sweet evening breeze
Blows around my thoughts and memories.
As I lie here today
And drink my tea,
I can still see
Sweet evening breeze.
VERSE 2:
I saw her in a coffee shop
In a big hotel down in Austin, Texas.
She had cut her long hair off
And replaced it with
Blue eyes of sad - ness.
Still acted like we were kids
C *Fill*
And she told me that she had to marry
And she asked me if I did
Still remember.
CHORUS
VERSE 3:
How redundant the future can be.
These days of old are very, very
Ridiculous for me to see
When I think about the real gone stor - ies
And how time holds the winning hand.
C *Fill*
I can tell by the lines on our faces
And the young can't understand
That they look at me
When they look at themselves.
CHORUS
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FILL: CHORDS:
C | 0 1 0 2 3
Em | 0 0 0 2 2 0