Chords for Cheryl Wheeler - Summer's Almost Over
Tempo:
61.75 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
F
Cm
Gm
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
So I wrote [Gm]
[Bb] this actually just a few days before 9-11.
[Eb] I'm sure I could not have written it afterwards.
It's called I Love Afghanistan.
I'm kidding.
[E] I'm [C] not finishing [F] that.
I had turned 50 that year.
64 now.
And we had a big party for my 50th birthday.
I know you're a beautiful mom.
So I was sitting in the living room feeling, as I often do, and I hope we all do,
just unaccountably blessed.
[N] And I couldn't believe what a lovely summer had been,
what a beautiful life I get to have.
And feeling that way, here came this little song.
[Bb]
[Cm] [F]
[Bb] Summer is almost over and I'm [Cm] crying, but I [Bb] don't know why.
Since I've been a little fool, [Cm] waiting for this blue [Bb] sky.
[F] And the way it can't sleep, [Bb] and the way the garden grows.
[F] Waking dogs who lick [Bb] my face, and the way I feel for you.
[F]
[Bb] Paddling in the kayaks with my [Cm] sister through the quiet [Bb] creek.
Moon upon the water, and the [Cm] river breeze upon [Bb] my cheek.
[F] And the way my father shovels with [Bb] his courage and his hate.
[F] And the way September bluffs our [Bb] face, till autumn falls again.
[F]
Summer is almost over and I'm crying, [Cm] but I don't know [Bb] why.
[F] [Cm] [Bb]
[F] [Bb] A party for my birthday, and a [Cm] tractor for my [Bb] 50th year.
Swallowed that bitter bird placement, [Cm] and died above the [Bb] pneumonia.
[F] And a week in Colorado, [Bb] reading books with my best friend.
[F] And the thing I knew I [Bb] couldn't do, and now I know I can.
[F] And who could [Bb] help but welcome autumn, and the [Cm] prophets of the winter [Bb] snow.
Still there's something sweet and wistful, as [Cm] I watch this lovely summer go.
[Bb] [F] But the sun is sinking sooner, [Bb] and the weeds have worn their last.
[F] With the berries on the bushes, [Bb] and the crickets in the grass.
[F] [Bb] Summer is almost over and [Cm] I'm crying, but I [Bb] don't know why.
[N] [Bb]
[Bb] this actually just a few days before 9-11.
[Eb] I'm sure I could not have written it afterwards.
It's called I Love Afghanistan.
I'm kidding.
[E] I'm [C] not finishing [F] that.
I had turned 50 that year.
64 now.
And we had a big party for my 50th birthday.
I know you're a beautiful mom.
So I was sitting in the living room feeling, as I often do, and I hope we all do,
just unaccountably blessed.
[N] And I couldn't believe what a lovely summer had been,
what a beautiful life I get to have.
And feeling that way, here came this little song.
[Bb]
[Cm] [F]
[Bb] Summer is almost over and I'm [Cm] crying, but I [Bb] don't know why.
Since I've been a little fool, [Cm] waiting for this blue [Bb] sky.
[F] And the way it can't sleep, [Bb] and the way the garden grows.
[F] Waking dogs who lick [Bb] my face, and the way I feel for you.
[F]
[Bb] Paddling in the kayaks with my [Cm] sister through the quiet [Bb] creek.
Moon upon the water, and the [Cm] river breeze upon [Bb] my cheek.
[F] And the way my father shovels with [Bb] his courage and his hate.
[F] And the way September bluffs our [Bb] face, till autumn falls again.
[F]
Summer is almost over and I'm crying, [Cm] but I don't know [Bb] why.
[F] [Cm] [Bb]
[F] [Bb] A party for my birthday, and a [Cm] tractor for my [Bb] 50th year.
Swallowed that bitter bird placement, [Cm] and died above the [Bb] pneumonia.
[F] And a week in Colorado, [Bb] reading books with my best friend.
[F] And the thing I knew I [Bb] couldn't do, and now I know I can.
[F] And who could [Bb] help but welcome autumn, and the [Cm] prophets of the winter [Bb] snow.
Still there's something sweet and wistful, as [Cm] I watch this lovely summer go.
[Bb] [F] But the sun is sinking sooner, [Bb] and the weeds have worn their last.
[F] With the berries on the bushes, [Bb] and the crickets in the grass.
[F] [Bb] Summer is almost over and [Cm] I'm crying, but I [Bb] don't know why.
[N] [Bb]
Key:
Bb
F
Cm
Gm
Eb
Bb
F
Cm
So I wrote _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
[Bb] this actually just a few days before 9-11.
_ [Eb] I'm sure I could not have written it afterwards.
It's called I Love Afghanistan.
I'm kidding.
[E] I'm _ _ _ [C] not finishing [F] that.
I had turned 50 that year.
64 now.
And we had a big party for my 50th birthday.
I know you're a beautiful mom.
So I was sitting in the living room feeling, as I often do, and I hope we all do,
just unaccountably blessed.
[N] And I couldn't believe what a lovely summer had been,
what a beautiful life I get to have.
And feeling that way, here came this little song.
[Bb] _ _ _
[Cm] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[Bb] Summer is almost over and I'm [Cm] crying, but I [Bb] don't know why.
Since I've been a little fool, [Cm] waiting for this blue [Bb] sky. _
[F] And the way it can't sleep, [Bb] and the way the garden grows.
[F] Waking dogs who lick [Bb] my face, and the way I feel for you.
_ [F] _ _
[Bb] Paddling in the kayaks with my [Cm] sister through the quiet [Bb] creek. _
Moon upon the water, and the [Cm] river breeze upon [Bb] my cheek.
[F] And the way my father shovels with [Bb] his courage and his hate.
[F] And the way September bluffs our [Bb] face, till autumn falls again.
_ [F] _ _
Summer is almost over and I'm crying, [Cm] but I don't know [Bb] why. _ _
[F] _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
[F] _ _ [Bb] A party for my birthday, and a [Cm] tractor for my [Bb] 50th year.
_ _ Swallowed that bitter bird placement, [Cm] and died above the [Bb] pneumonia.
_ [F] And a week in Colorado, [Bb] reading books with my best friend.
[F] And the thing I knew I [Bb] couldn't do, and now I know I can. _
[F] _ And who could [Bb] help but welcome autumn, and the [Cm] prophets of the winter [Bb] snow.
_ Still there's something sweet and wistful, as [Cm] I watch this lovely summer go.
[Bb] _ [F] But the sun is sinking sooner, [Bb] and the weeds have worn their last.
[F] With the berries on the bushes, [Bb] and the crickets in the grass. _
[F] _ _ [Bb] Summer is almost over and [Cm] I'm crying, but I [Bb] don't know why.
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
[Bb] this actually just a few days before 9-11.
_ [Eb] I'm sure I could not have written it afterwards.
It's called I Love Afghanistan.
I'm kidding.
[E] I'm _ _ _ [C] not finishing [F] that.
I had turned 50 that year.
64 now.
And we had a big party for my 50th birthday.
I know you're a beautiful mom.
So I was sitting in the living room feeling, as I often do, and I hope we all do,
just unaccountably blessed.
[N] And I couldn't believe what a lovely summer had been,
what a beautiful life I get to have.
And feeling that way, here came this little song.
[Bb] _ _ _
[Cm] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[Bb] Summer is almost over and I'm [Cm] crying, but I [Bb] don't know why.
Since I've been a little fool, [Cm] waiting for this blue [Bb] sky. _
[F] And the way it can't sleep, [Bb] and the way the garden grows.
[F] Waking dogs who lick [Bb] my face, and the way I feel for you.
_ [F] _ _
[Bb] Paddling in the kayaks with my [Cm] sister through the quiet [Bb] creek. _
Moon upon the water, and the [Cm] river breeze upon [Bb] my cheek.
[F] And the way my father shovels with [Bb] his courage and his hate.
[F] And the way September bluffs our [Bb] face, till autumn falls again.
_ [F] _ _
Summer is almost over and I'm crying, [Cm] but I don't know [Bb] why. _ _
[F] _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
[F] _ _ [Bb] A party for my birthday, and a [Cm] tractor for my [Bb] 50th year.
_ _ Swallowed that bitter bird placement, [Cm] and died above the [Bb] pneumonia.
_ [F] And a week in Colorado, [Bb] reading books with my best friend.
[F] And the thing I knew I [Bb] couldn't do, and now I know I can. _
[F] _ And who could [Bb] help but welcome autumn, and the [Cm] prophets of the winter [Bb] snow.
_ Still there's something sweet and wistful, as [Cm] I watch this lovely summer go.
[Bb] _ [F] But the sun is sinking sooner, [Bb] and the weeds have worn their last.
[F] With the berries on the bushes, [Bb] and the crickets in the grass. _
[F] _ _ [Bb] Summer is almost over and [Cm] I'm crying, but I [Bb] don't know why.
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _