Am                      F           G
Summer days were just a magazine, a magazine
  F
A magazine

Am                F             G
Cutting grass for gasoline, for gasoline
   F             C
So I can see ya soon

( Am  F  G  F )
( Am  F  G  F )

C     F
Fall swooned
                     Am
Left me drunk in a field
G         C           F
Dandelion wine for a year

( C  C/G )

     F
And I packed up the dust
              Am
Of all that I owned
G      C                  F
Handkerchief hung from a pole
                              C         E
I rolled out the day that the apples fell

[Final] Am  F  C  E 
        Am  F  C  E 
        E  F  G  F7M  C