Bing Crosby

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    Fdim    Fdim(III)     C            Am                    
When I was a young man a-courtin' the girls,
  Fdim       Fdim(III)  C
I played me a waitin'  game;
     Fdim      Fdim(III)     C           Am
If a maid refused me with a toss of her curls, 
     F           G             C        Am
I'd let the ol' world take a couple of twirls,
         F          Fdim(III)   C        Am   
And I'd ply her with tears  instead of pearls,
       Fdim     Fdim(III)    C      Am
And as time came around she came my way,
   Fdim     Fdim(III)     G     G7
As time came around, she came.

Refrain:
            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                      Fm7/6           Fm7
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few...
  Dm7       Fdim(III)      G
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
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few...
   Dm7        Fdim(III)    G
September... November...

      G7         F          Fm7    Fdim        C    C/B    Am
And these few precious days   I'll spend with you,
        A/G      D
These precious days 
      Dm7  Dm7-5   C    F    Fdim(III)   Fdim    Dm7-5    C
I'll spend  with  you.

Verse 2:
         Fdim       Fdim(III)            C      Am                    
When you meet with the young men in the early Spring
        Fdim         Fdim(III)        C
They'll court you with wine and with song
        Fdim        Fdim(III)       C       Am
They'll woo you with  words  and a clover ring
    F        G          C               Am
But if you examine the goods that they bring
           F       Fdim(III)        C               Am
They have little to offer but the songs that they sing
      Fdim     Fdim(III)   C      Am
And a plentiful  waste of time of day
  Fdim     Fdim(III)    G   G7
A plentiful  waste of time

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