C                       G     G7                C
Fingers callus from the plough wrinkled weather beating brow
                 F
Streak of silver in the hair
C Am F G
mhmmmmmm
        C
face of despair

[Verse 2]

C                       G
A back that's bent from years of toil
G7                 C
thorns grow in the worn out soil
               F
No one left to really care

C Am F G
mmmmmnhm
        C
face of despair

[Verse 3]

                         Am                F               G
If you should plough old fields like these you'd plough up memories
C                       Am
Don't tell the young to mend their ways
D                   D7
you can't show them better days
C                     G         G7                    C
Their better days are yet ahead your better days have long been dead
                  F
Rest easy in your rocking chair
C   Am                   F         G
mhm and look out at your September country
        C
Face of despair

[Verse 4]

C               G
Shoulders weary from the load
G7                 C
life is rough as a gravel road
               F
How much of it can you bear
C   Am           F         G
mhm look at your September country
        C
face of despair

[Verse 5]

C                G
In the September of your years
G7               C
eyes that hide a veil of tears
                  F
A look of longing always there
C Am F G
mhmmmmmmm
        C
face of despair

[Verse 6]

                         Am                F               G
If you should plough old fields like these you'd plough up memories
C                       Am
Don't tell the young to mend their ways
D                   D7
you can't show them better days
C                     G         G7                    C
Their better days are yet ahead your better days have long been dead
                  F
Rest easy in your rocking chair
C Am                 F                 G
mhm and look at your September country mhmm
        C
Face of despair

mhmmmmm

[Verse 7]

                         Am                F               G
If you should plough old fields like these you'd plough up memories
C                        Am
Don't tell the young to mend their ways
D                   D7
you can't show them better days
C                     G         G7                    C
Their better days are yet ahead your better days have long been dead
                  F
Rest easy in your rocking chair 
C          Am               F                 G
mhm and what you're looking at now thats your september country
        C
Face of despair