Tom: C
Introdução: F Fm7 Fº C C/B Am Am/G D Dm7 G7 C Fº C
Fº C Am Fº C
When I was a young man acourtin' the girls, I played me a waitin' game
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If a maid refused me with a toss of her curls, I'd let the ol' world take a couple of twirls,
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And I'd ply her with tears instead of pearls, and as time came around she came my way,
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As time came around, she came.
(refrão)
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
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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(13) Fm7 Dm7 Fº G
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few. September November
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 Dm7 Fº G
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few. September November
G7 F Fm7 Fº C C/B Am A/G D
And these few precious days I'll spend with you, these precious days
Dm7 Dm7(5-) C F Fº Dm7(5-) C
I'll spend with you.
(verso 2)
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When you meet with the young men in the early Spring
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They'll court you with wine and with song, they'll woo you with words and a clover ring
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But if you examine the goods that they bring, They have little to offer but the songs that they sing
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And a plentiful waste of time of day. A plentiful waste of time