September Song:Roy Clark.
#40 on BB Hot Country and #103 on BB Hot
100 on CAPITOL Records in 1969.
(Intro)
(Spoken)
When I was a young man courtin' the girls
I played me a waiting game.
If a maid refused me with tossin' curls, I let
this old world take a couple of whirls.
While I plied her with tears instead of pearls
and as time came along, she came my way.
As time came along, she came.
(Verse 1)
Ab Eb
But it's a long, long time from May to December.
Fm F Abm Eb
But the days grow short when you reach September.
Ab Eb
And when the autumn weather turns the leaves to
F Ab Abm Eb
flame and one hasn't got time for the waiting game.
(Chorus)
Ab Ebm
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few,
Ab Ebm
September and November.
Bb Ab Eb
But these few precious days I'll spend with you,
F Abm Eb
these precious days I'll spend with you.
(Chorus)
Ab Ebm
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few,
Ab Ebm
September and November.
Bb Ab Eb
But these few precious days I'll spend with you,
F Abm Eb
these precious days I'll spend with you.
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.