September Song

Nat King Cole

Tom: C

(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.

(refrão)
            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.

(verso 2)
         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