Am F G
Summer days were just a magazine, a magazine
F
A magazine
Am F G
Cutting grass for gasoline, for gasoline
F C
So I can see ya soon
( Am F G F )
( Am F G F )
C F
Fall swooned
Am
Left me drunk in a field
G C F
Dandelion wine for a year
( C C/G )
F
And I packed up the dust
Am
Of all that I owned
G C F
Handkerchief hung from a pole
C E
I rolled out the day that the apples fell
[Final] Am F C E
Am F C E
E F G F7M C