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September

Corb Lund Band
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
Stay  with me through September, Summer didn’t last
 And there ain’t  nobody in New York City,  Could need you half as bad
 Stay with me through September, The nights are gettin’ cold
 Old man winter’s gonna be here soon, And the Cattle still ain’t sold
 Stay with me through September, Yeah I know there ain’t much to do
 And I guess I did my share of starving in the city, I was young once too
I  can picture how you’re living, In a  tiny fourth floor  flat
 There’s times  that a thousand acres and  the Rocky Mountains can’t compete  with that
Ooo,  Ooo
 Stay with me through September, I know the flight’s already booked
 But I couldn’t let you go and leave it like this, Without giving it a second look
 Stay with me through September, I know the pace is kinda slow
 And there ain’t much glamour on the old back quarter, Babe, I guess I gotta let you go
 I can picture how you’re living, In a tiny fourth floor flat
 There’s times that a thousand acres and the Rocky Mountains can’t compete with that
 Ooo, Ooo

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Readable chord sheet for September by Corb Lund Band

[D]Stay with me through September, Summer didn’t last
And there ain’t[C] nobody in New York City[G], Could need you half as bad  [D]

Stay with me through September, The nights are gettin’ cold
Old man winter’s gonna be here soon, And the Cattle still ain’t sold

Stay with me through September, Yeah I know there ain’t much to do
And I guess I did my share of starving in the city, I was young once too

[Em]I can picture how you’re living, In a[C] tiny fourth flo[Em]or flat                 [C]
There’s times[Em] that a thousand acres an[C]d the Rocky Mountains can’t compe[G]te with that [D]

[G]Ooo, Ooo[C]       [A7]               [D]

Stay with me through September, I know the flight’s already booked
But I couldn’t let you go and leave it like this, Without giving it a second look

Stay with me through September, I know the pace is kinda slow
And there ain’t much glamour on the old back quarter, Babe, I guess I gotta let you go

I can picture how you’re living, In a tiny fourth floor flat
There’s times that a thousand acres and the Rocky Mountains can’t compete with that

Ooo, Ooo

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