The years between childhood and adulthood, the months between this grade and that grade. Country roads, starlit skies, great big cars and barefoot girls. Those, my friends, were the days, and I was lucky enough to live at that time in that place. This song celebrates summertime in middle America, as I saw it.
Most of July
© 1995 Bryan Masters F#m D F#m D E F#m It's summertime D You're seventeen F#m Got the top down D E Brightest stars you've ever seen F#m And you're a little bit crazy D From the heat F#m Kick your shoes off D E D E Now you're steering with your feet D E I'll take you uptown downtown A I can take you there again D E A I can take you to the disco F#m Or the diner D E Or the lake road, overgrown A D Buildings out behind this city E D E A D E A You'll be barefoot for most of July Close your eyes And you'll see You're a small town kid A thousand miles and thirty years from Whoever you'll turn out to be But you know the world is waiting 'Cause you've seen it on TV But when you open up Your eyes again you’ll see You're all grown up now And thirty-one years older than You ever imagined you could be F#m And the colors aren't as bright D As you remember E 'Cause back then it seemed D A Nights would last forever E Now they're gone D A And they went by so fast E And it seems D It's the same for summer Bm Trying hard to recover A F#m The barefoot days of your past Now close your eyes again And you'll see Stars still shining bright, You still got the top down And you're still a little crazy From the heat You're still seventeen You're still steering with your feet Bryan Masters Music/ASCAP