Introd: F5 F5 F5 C5 C5 A5 A5 D5 D5 G5 C5 F5 C5 F5 C5 A5 F5 C5 When I was a young man acourtin' the girls, I played me a waitin' game; F5 C5 A5 F5 G5 C5 A5 If a maid refused me with a toss of her curls, I'd let the ol' world take a couple of twirls, F5 C5 A5 F5 C5 A5 And I'd ply her with tears instead of pearls, and as time came around she came my way, F5 G5 G5 As time came around, she came. Refrain: F5 F5 F5 C5 C5 A5 But it's a long, long time from May to December, A5 D5 D5 G5 C5 F5 C5 And the days grow short when you reach September; F5 F5 F5 C5 C5 A5 When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame, A5 D5 D5 G5 C5 F5 C5 One hasn't got time for the waiting game. F5 F5 F5 D5 F5 G5 Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few. September November G5 F5 F5 F5 C5 C5 A5 And these few precious days I'll spend with you, A5 D5 D5 F5 C5 These precious days I'll spend with you. F5 F5 F5 D5 F5 G5 Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few. September November G5 F5 F5 F5 C5 C5 A5 A5 D5 And these few precious days I'll spend with you, these precious days D5 D5 C5 F5 F5 D5 C5 I'll spend with you. Verse two: F5 C5 A5 When you meet with the young men in the early Spring F5 C5 F5 C5 A5 They'll court you with wine and with song, they'll woo you with words and a clover ring F5 G5 C5 A5 F5 F5 C5 A5 But if you examine the goods that they bring, They have little to offer but the songs that they sing F5 C5 A5 F5 G5 G5 And a plentiful waste of time of day. A plentiful waste of time Repeat Refrain
