Intro: A D (x2)
I w[A]alked you to the corner we stood beside the bus
And the te[D]ars rolled down our faces as the driver stared at us
[A]Typical summer that time of year
When y[D]ou go back to Toronto and I stay here
And Ill m[E]iss the way you wake up
And the w[D]ay that you sigh
And Ill m[E]iss the way you turn your head aw[D]ay when you c[A]ry
[E]I dont think this time will fly
[A]Here comes the s[D]ad nights again
H[Bm]ere comes the s[E]ad nights ag[A]ain
Round about midnight when its still too hot to think
Well go back down to the neighborhood and get ourselves a drink
Everyday working not getting far
You know this town aint much for starting up its only
made for stars
Later when Im walking
Underneath the starless sky
Theres a couple in the doorway and I think I hear them cry
But they turn their heads when I go by
CHORUS
[F#m] [D] [F#m] [E]
[F#m] [D] [Bm] [E]
Last days of summer San Gennaro Feast
Theres much hanging in the air and dancing in the streets
People line the corners and they stand beside the fires
And Im watching from my window as the sparks go by
Somewhere theres a gunshot
People scatter everywhere
But it happens everyday so theres still laughter in the air
And as I lay down I wish you were here
CHORUS
Here c[Bm]omes the s[E]ad nights ag[A]ain
A-Asus2-A (repeat to end)
I w[A]alked you to the corner we stood beside the bus
And the te[D]ars rolled down our faces as the driver stared at us
[A]Typical summer that time of year
When y[D]ou go back to Toronto and I stay here
And Ill m[E]iss the way you wake up
And the w[D]ay that you sigh
And Ill m[E]iss the way you turn your head aw[D]ay when you c[A]ry
[E]I dont think this time will fly
[A]Here comes the s[D]ad nights again
H[Bm]ere comes the s[E]ad nights ag[A]ain
Round about midnight when its still too hot to think
Well go back down to the neighborhood and get ourselves a drink
Everyday working not getting far
You know this town aint much for starting up its only
made for stars
Later when Im walking
Underneath the starless sky
Theres a couple in the doorway and I think I hear them cry
But they turn their heads when I go by
CHORUS
[F#m] [D] [F#m] [E]
[F#m] [D] [Bm] [E]
Last days of summer San Gennaro Feast
Theres much hanging in the air and dancing in the streets
People line the corners and they stand beside the fires
And Im watching from my window as the sparks go by
Somewhere theres a gunshot
People scatter everywhere
But it happens everyday so theres still laughter in the air
And as I lay down I wish you were here
CHORUS
Here c[Bm]omes the s[E]ad nights ag[A]ain
A-Asus2-A (repeat to end)
