G         Em           Am       D
   I slow down, Purple Avenues,
G            Em       Am      B
   to march around in April's shoes
Am         D       G     Bm7
   Weather vanes remind
       Am              A           Em   D
of the summetimes that I've left behind
G              Em       Am        D
   The money's gone for auld lang syne
G    Em               Am             B
   I spent on Eastern Standard Time
          Am       B     Em
What ever happened to my role?
          Am         B           Em
September fell right through the hole
         Am      B    Em       D
All I've got is empty po-ckets now

G           Em     Am     D
   Why does August try so hard
G              Em    Am          B
   to hoist me on my own petard?
Am                  D          G      Bm7
   I've learned one thing from losing her   (alt: how we were)
        Am          A                 Em       D
That an ounce of prevention's worth a pound of cure
G              Em     Am      D
   The shadows fall, I cannot thread
G            Em     Am         B
   the tenor of the things you said
           Am      B         Em
All that's left is flesh and bone
               Am     B        Em
The lights are on but no one's home
         Am     B     Em   D  D#
All I've got is empty pockets now

  Cm             Fm           Bb
I spill myself another drink
D#             Cm       Fm     Bb
   I count the whiskers in the sink
    Fm    Bb     D#     Gm7
The orchestra is blind
         D#             Cm       Fm    Bb
But I've never been the worrying kind
D#          Cm      Fm     Bb
   Subsequently and furthermore
D#                  Cm          Fm       Bb
   I'll sleep right here on the draining board
     Fm    G    Cm
I'll never be paroled
          Fm        G             Cm
I like to drink 'em while they're cold
         Fm     G     Cm  Bb  D#
All I've got is empty pockets now