September Song

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When I was a young man a-courtin' the girls, 
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I played me a waitin'  game; 
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If a maid refused me with a toss of her curls, 
     F            G              C         Am 
I'd let the ol' world take a couple of twirls, 
         F           Fº *            C         Am 
And I'd ply her with tears  instead of pearls, 
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And as time came around she came my way, 
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As time came around, she came.  
             F               Fm7    Fº        C     C/B   Am 
But it's a long, long time    from May to December, 
        Am/G       D7    Dm7         G7       C       Fº      C 
And the days grow short    when you reach September; 
                 F     Fm           Fº         C     C/B   Am 
When the autumn weather   turns the leaves to flame, 
    Am/G        D   Dm7         G7       C     Fº     C 
One hasn't got time    for the waiting game. 
         F                      Fm7/6           Fm7 
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few... 
   Dm7       Fº *           G 
Sep-tem-ber...No-vem-ber... 
 
     G7        F            Fm7     Fº         C    C/B   Am 
And these few precious days    I'll spend with you, 
         Am/G    D         Dm7  Fº     C 
These precious days I'll spend  with  you. 
 
         F                      Fm7/6       Fm7 
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few... 
    Dm7        Fº *         G 
Sep-tem-ber...No-vem-ber... 
 
      G7         F           Fm7    Fº          C    C/B    Am 
And these few precious days    I'll spend with you, 
        A/G      D 
These precious days 
      Dm7  Dm7/5-  C    F    Fº *   Fº     Dm7/5-    C 
I'll spend  with  you. 
 
         Fº         Fº *                 C      Am 
When you meet with the young men in the early Spring 
        Fº           Fº *             C 
They'll count you with wine and with song 
        Fº          Fº *             C     Am 
They'll woo you with  words  and a clover ring 
    F        G          C               Am 
But if you examine the goods that they bring 
           F       Fº *            C               Am 
They have little to offer but the songs that they sing 
      Fº       Fº *        C      Am 
And a plentiful  waste of time of day 
  Fº       Fº *        G   G7 
A plentiful  waste of time 
 
(Repeat Refrain) 
 
Colaboração de Roberto Crescioni  - 
tchucow@uol.com.br