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I was born Amin the heart of a hurricane season Fmaj7
In the houseG where my mamma was raised Am7
That old Gseptember wind,
feels just likeFmaj7 a long lost friend
And I.G....
I wanna run tChrough those cottonwood treeFmaj7s G
Fall aslCeep in a big beFmaj7d of fresh Gfallen leaves
And in everyAm wind that blows , tGhere's a song of lettingFmaj7 go
It's not gooGdbye, it's hello C Fmaj7 G
CFmaj7G
When we met underAmneath the blue skies of summer Fmaj7
And those summer skGies turn into fall Am7
That sweetG september wind made us so much more than friendFmaj7s
One Night.G....
And we ran thCrough those cottonwood treesFmaj7 G
We made love in Ca big bed of frFmaj7esh fallen Gleaves
And in everyAm wind that blows , tGhere's a innocence that Fmaj7knows
It's not gooGdbye, it's hello C
In that momeFmaj7nt that one thing ends G
Is the sameFmaj7 time that one begins G
And returnAm as we must G
We are ashes toAm7 dust, ameEmn Fmaj7 G
AmFmaj7GAm7GFmaj7G
When tAmhe days of my youth have aFmaj7ll faded
And the Gmemories are all that Am7remain
Let that Gold September wind take me Fmaj7back to where I've been
So GI...
I can Crun through those Fmaj7cottonwood Gtrees
And Cremember the Fmaj7smell of those Gfresh fallen leaves
Now in Amevery wind that Gblows there's aFmaj7 part of me that knows
It's not Ggoodbye, it's Chello Fmaj7 G
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