Summer Job Days

Summer Job Days



Capo 2

Am F C G



Am                                                   F

Well I was the only one down in Kiva Duns,

C                                                       G

That didn’t drive a car that wasn't cool enough.

Am                                                         F

Just a baby blue parking-lot gremlin, not exactly a magnet for the women,

C                                                 G

Until I hung that surfboard out the back.

Am                                      F

For tips I caddied at the local course,

C                                                  G

At night I mixed boat drinks down on the Warf.

Am                                                                          F

Flirting with the college girls getting my bare feet wet out in the world.

C                      G

Fell in love a hundred times. 



-Chorus-



C                                        G

Time was mine and life was easy, just like those ocean breezes.

Am                                              F

Carrying off the afternoon wasn't long underneath the moon we had.

C                                                                              G

A beach fire and a pile of wet clothes, laid back watching her skin glow.

Am                                                           F                           G

I gotta smile when I think about those tan bod bikini top so hot summer job 

     Am F C G

days.



Am                                          F

The end of August came and the crowds went home,

C                                                   G

The beaches deserted and the girls were gone.

Am                                                                                         F

Yeah I waved goodbye to the time and place and that two-lane back to the interstate.

C                       G

When I look back I still look back when.



-Chorus-



C                                                            G

Time was mine and life was easy, just like those ocean breezes.

Am                                              F

Carrying off the afternoon wasn’t long underneath the moon we had.

C                                                                              G

A beach fire and a pile of wet clothes, laid back watching her skin glow.

Am                                                                           F    G

I gotta smile when I think about those tan bod bikini top so hot summer job 

     C G Am F (solo)

days.





Repeat chorus, C G Am F End with Am F C G (2x)