Cifras
September Song

Tono: C

Introducción:  F   Fm7      C   C/B   Am   Am/G   D   Dm7   G7   C      C  

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                                            C                       Am                                                                                    C 
When I was a young man acourtin' the girls, I played me a waitin'   game
                                                    C                     Am                                       F                     G                         C               Am 
If a maid refused me with a toss of her curls, I'd let the ol' world take a couple of twirls
                   F                                           C               Am                                                                                            C           Am 
And I'd ply her with tears   instead of pearls, and as time came around she came my way
                                      G         G7 
As time came around, she came
                         F                             Fm7                  C         C/B     Am 
But it's a long, long time       from May to December
                 Am/G             D7       Dm7                 G7             C                      C 
And the days grow short       when you reach September
                                   F         Fm                                  C         C/B     Am 
When the autumn weather     turns the leaves to flame
         Am/G               D     Dm7                 G7             C           C 
One hasn't got time       for the waiting game
                   F                                           Fm7(13)                     Fm7                           Dm7                          G 
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few. September     November
           G7               F                       Fm7                      C       C/B     Am 
And these few precious days       I'll spend with you
                   Am/G       D                 Dm7        C 
These precious days I'll spend   with   you
                   F                                           Fm7/6             Fm7                                       Dm7                          G 
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few. September     November
             G7                 F                     Fm7                      C       C/B       Am                       A/G           D 
And these few precious days       I'll spend with you,       these precious days
             Dm7   Dm7(b5)     C  F     Dm7(b5)  C 
I'll spend   with   you.
                                                                      C           Am 
When you meet with the young men in the early Spring
                                                                    C 
They'll court you with wine and with song
                                                                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                                      C                             Am 
They have little to offer but the songs that they sing
                                              C           Am                                                        G     G7 
And a plentiful   waste of time of day. A plentiful   waste of time
                         F                             Fm7                  C         C/B     Am 
But it's a long, long time       from May to December
                 Am/G             D7       Dm7                 G7             C                      C 
And the days grow short       when you reach September
                                   F         Fm                                  C         C/B     Am 
When the autumn weather     turns the leaves to flame
         Am/G               D     Dm7                 G7             C           C 
One hasn't got time       for the waiting game
                   F                                           Fm7(13)                     Fm7                           Dm7                          G 
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few. September     November
                                            C                       Am                                                                                    C 
When I was a young man acourtin' the girls, I played me a waitin'   game
                                                    C                     Am                                       F                     G                         C               Am 
If a maid refused me with a toss of her curls, I'd let the ol' world take a couple of twirls
                   F                                           C               Am                                                                                            C           Am 
And I'd ply her with tears   instead of pearls, and as time came around she came my way
                                      G         G7 
As time came around, she came