September Song(Keyboard chords)

	        
Introd: 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. 
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                      Fm7/13           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. 
Verse two: 
         Fdim                          C      Am                     
When you meet with the young men in the early Spring 
        Fdim                          C                                Fdim               C Am 
They'll court you with wine and with song, they'll woo you with  words  and a clover ring 
    F        G          C               Am                                 F       Fdim              C Am 
But if you examine the goods that they bring, 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 
Repeat Refrain
	        

Written by Kurt Weill / Maxwell Anderson