Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most

(C)Once I was a (Bb7)sentimental (C)thing,

(C)threw my heart (Bb7)away each (Cmaj7)spring.

(Bbm7)Now a (Eb7)spring (Abmaj7)romance (F#m7)hasn't (B7sus4)got a (Emaj7)chance,

(Dm7)promised (G7)my first (Cmaj7)dance to (Am7)winter,

(Dm7)all I've got to (G7)show's a (Eb7)splinter (Dm7)for my (A7)little (D9)fling!

(Cmaj7)Spring this (Bbmaj7)year has (Cmaj7)got me (Bbmaj7)feeling (Am7)like a horse that (Dm7)never (G7)left the (Em7)post;

(A7)I (F#m7)lie in my room, staring (Em7)up at (Am7)the (D7)ceiling,

(Dm7)spring can really (G7sus4)hang you (G7)up the (C)most!

(Cmaj7)Morning's (Bbmaj7)kiss wakes (Cmaj7)trees and (Bbmaj7)flowers,

(Cmaj7)and to them I'd (Dm7)like to (G7)drink a (Em7)(A7)toast;

I (F#m7)walk in the park (Fm6)just to (Em7)kill lonely hours,

(Dm7)nets, spring can really (G7)hang you up the (Cmaj7)most!

(Gm7)All (Cmaj7)afternoon, those (Gm7)birds twitter (Cmaj7)twit,

(Gm7)I know the (Cmaj7)tune:

"This is (Gm7)love,

this is (Cmaj7)it!"

(Cm7)Heard it (Fmaj7)before and (Cm7)I know the (Fmaj7)score;

(F#m7)and I've (Emaj7)decided that (Am7)spring is a (D7)bore!

(G#maj7)Love seemed (Fmaj7)sure (Cmaj7)around the (Bbmaj7)New

Year, (Am7)now it's April, (Dm7)love is (G7)just a (Em7)ghost.

(A7)Spring (F#m7)arrived on (Fm7)time, only (Em7)what (Am7)became of (D7)you,

dear? (Dm7)Spring can really (G7)hang you up the (Em7)most!

(Dm7)Spring can really (G7)hang you up the (Cmaj7)most!

(Cmaj7)Spring is (Bbmaj7)here, there's (Cmaj7)no (Bbmaj7)mistaking,

(Am7)Robins building (Dm7)nests from (G7)coast to (Em7)coast;

(A7)my (F#m7)heart tries to sing so they (Em7)won't hear (Am7)it (D7)breaking,

(Dm7)spring can really (G7sus4)hang you (G7)up the (C)most!

(Cmaj7)College (Bbmaj7)boys are (Cmaj7)writing (Bbmaj7)sonnets,

(Cmaj7)in the "tender (Dm7)passion" (G7)they're (Em7)(A7)engrossed;

but (F#m7)I'm on the shelf (Fm6)just with (Em7)last year's Easter (Dm7)nets,

spring can really (G7)hang you up the (Cmaj7)most!

(Gm7)Love came my (Cmaj7)way, I (Gm7)hoped it would (Cmaj7)last,

(Gm7)we had our (Cmaj7)day, now it's (Gm7)all in the (Cmaj7)past.

(Cm7)Spring came (Fmaj7)along a (Cm7)season of (Fmaj7)song;

(F#m7)full of sweet (Emaj7)promise, but (Am7)something went (D7)wrong!

(G#maj7)Doctors (Fmaj7)once (Cmaj7)prescribed a (Bbmaj7)tonic:

(Am7)"sulphur and (Dm7)molasses" (G7)was the (Em7)dose.

(A7)Didn't (F#m7)help a (Fm7)bit, my con (Em7)what (Am7)became of (D7)you,

dear? (Dm7)Spring can really (G7)hang you up the (Em7)most!

(Dm7)Spring can really (G7)hang you up the (Cmaj7)most!