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| Bb | | She’s got a smile that it seems to me |
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| Ab | | re- | minds me of my child-hood memories |
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| Eb | Bb | | where | everything was as fresh as the bright blue | sky |
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now and then, when i see her face, |
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| Ab | | it | takes me away to that special place |
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| Eb | | and if i | stared too long |
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| Bb | | i’d probably break down and | cry |
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| F | Ab | Bb | | whoa | whoa sweet child of | mine |
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| F | Ab | Bb | | oh oh | oh sweet love of | mine |
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| Bb | | She’s got eyes of the bluist skies |
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| Ab | | as | if they thought of rain |
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| Eb | | i | hate to look into those eyes |
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| Bb | | and | see an ounce of pain |
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her hair reminds me of a warm safe place |
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| Ab | | where | as a child i’d hide |
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| Eb | | and | pray for the thunder and the rain |
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| F | Ab | Bb | | Whoa oh | oh oh sweet child of | mine |
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| F | Ab | Bb | | Whoa oh | oh oh sweet love of | mine |
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| F | Ab | Bb | | Whoa oh | oh oh sweet child of | mine |
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| F | Ab | Bb | | Whoa oh | oh oh sweet love of | mine |
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| F | Ab | Bb | | Whoa oh | oh oh sweet child of | mine |
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| F | Ab | Bb | | Whoa oh | oh oh sweet love of | mine |
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