September Song(Chords)

	        
Intro: F Fm7 Fdim C C/B Am Am/G D Dm7 G7 C Fdim C 

    Fdim                  C            Am                      Fdim                     C 
When I was a young man acourtin' the girls, I played me a waitin'  game 
     Fdim                     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                            Fdim                   C      Am 
And I'd ply her with tears  instead of pearls, and as time came around she came my way 
   Fdim                G     G7 
As time came around, she came 
            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                      Fm7/13           Fm7              Dm7       Fdim       G 
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few. September   November 
     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                    Dm7       Fdim       G 
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few. September   November 
      G7         F           Fm7    Fdim        C    C/B    Am            A/G      D 
And these few precious days    I'll spend with you,    these precious days  
      Dm7  Dm5-/7   C F  Fdim Dm5-/7 C 
I'll spend  with  you. 
         Fdim                          C      Am                     
When you meet with the young men in the early Spring 
        Fdim                          C 
They'll court you with wine and with song 
        Fdim                        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             C               Am 
They have little to offer but the songs that they sing 
      Fdim                 C      Am            Fdim                 G   G7 
And a plentiful  waste of time of day. A plentiful  waste of time 
            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                      Fm7/13           Fm7              Dm7       Fdim       G 
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few. September   November 
    Fdim                  C            Am                      Fdim                     C 
When I was a young man acourtin' the girls, I played me a waitin'  game 
     Fdim                     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                            Fdim                   C      Am 
And I'd ply her with tears  instead of pearls, and as time came around she came my way 
   Fdim                G     G7 
As time came around, she came
	        

Written by Maxwell Anderson and Kurt Weill