September Song

    Fdim    Fdim(III)     C            Am                    
When I was a young man a-courtin' the girls,

  Fdim       Fdim(III)  C
I played me a waitin'  game;

     Fdim      Fdim(III)     C           Am
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          Fdim(III)   C        Am   
And I'd ply her with tears  instead of pearls,

       Fdim     Fdim(III)    C      Am
And as time came around she came my way,

   Fdim     Fdim(III)     G     G7
As time came around, she came.


Refrain:

            F               Fm7    Fdim      C     C/B   Am
But it's a long, long time    from May to December,

        Am/G       D7    Dm7         G7       C       Fdim     C
And the days grow short    when you reach September;

                 F     Fm           Fdim       C     C/B   Am
When the autumn weather   turns the leaves to flame,

    Am/G        D   Dm7         G7       C     Fdim    C
One hasn't got time    for the waiting game.


         F                      Fm7/6           Fm7
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few...

   Dm7       Fdim(III)      G
Sep-tem-ber...No-vem-ber...


     G7        F            Fm7     Fdim       C    C/B   Am 
And these few precious days    I'll spend with you,

         Am/G    D         Dm7  Fdim   C  
These precious days I'll spend  with  you.


         F                      Fm7/6       Fm7
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few...

    Dm7        Fdim(III)    G
Sep-tem-ber...No-vem-ber...


      G7         F           Fm7    Fdim        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    Fdim(III)   Fdim    Dm7-5    C
I'll spend  with  you.



Verse 2:

         Fdim       Fdim(III)            C      Am                    
When you meet with the young men in the early Spring

        Fdim         Fdim(III)        C
They'll court you with wine and with song

        Fdim        Fdim(III)       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       Fdim(III)        C               Am
They have little to offer but the songs that they sing

      Fdim     Fdim(III)   C      Am
And a plentiful  waste of time of day
 
  Fdim     Fdim(III)    G   G7
A plentiful  waste of time


(Repeat Refrain)