| Verse 1: |
| Dm | Em | F | G | |
| She's | one of t | hose girls who seems to c | ome in the Sp | ring |
| Dm | Em | F | G | |
| One l | ook in her e | yes and you forg | et everyth | ing |
| Bb | |
| You had r | eady to say |
| G7 | |
| And I saw her tod | ay, yeah... |
| Chorus: |
| C | G7 | C | |
| A y | ounger girl keeps a-r | ollin' 'cross my m | ind |
| C | D7 | G7 | |
| No matter | how much I try, I can't s | eem to leave her memory beh | ind |
| Am | |
| I rem | ember her eyes, soft dark and brown |
| D7 | |
| Said she'd | never been in trouble, or even in town |
| C | G7 | C | |
| A y | ounger girl keeps a-r | ollin' 'cross my m | ind |
| (repeat lines 2-5 of chorus, w/guitar solo replacing lines 3-4) |
| Verse 2: |
| And should I hang around, acting like her brother |
| In a few more years, they'd call us right for each other |
| And why |
| If I wait I'll just die, yeah... |
| (repeat chorus) |
| (repeat verse 1; fade) |