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Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most

Song Author Fran Landesman , Tommy J. Wolf og Jr. Performer: Bette Midler Submitted by: jonagust


[A]Once I [F#m]was a s[D9]enti   [E7]mental t[Dm6]hing;    
T[A]hrew my [F#m]heart a[D9]way    [E7]each sp[Am7]ring.    
Fdim AM7 Cdim Bm7-5 AM7
Now a spring romance hasn't got a chance.
[D9]Promised[Bm7-5] my first d[Am7]ance    [C#m7-5] to        [F#m7]winter --
[D9]All I've[Bm7-5] got to s[E7]how's [A]a sp[B7]linter [D9]for    [D6]my    [Dm6]lit -    [Fdim] tle fl[E7]ing.   

Sp[A]ring this [D9]year has [C#m7]got me f[Dalt]eeling     
AM7 D9 Bm7-5 AM7 C#m7-5
Like a horse that never left the post.
I [Dm7]lie in my [D6]room, staring[Dm+7] up at the [Dm6]ceiling.
S[D9]pring can [Bm7-5]really h[E]ang you[Bm7-5] up the m[Am7]ost.    

Mo[A]rning's [Bm7]kiss wakes t[C#m7]rees and[Dalt] flowers,
AM7 D9 Bm7-5 AM7 C#m7-5
And to them I'd like to drink a toast.
But I [Dm7]walk in the [D6]park just to [A]kill the l[C#m7-5]onely h       [B7]ours;
[D9]Spring can[Bm7-5] really [E]hang yo[Bm7-5]u up the [Am7]most.    

[Gdim]All aftern[A]oon the b[Gdim]irds t     [G]witter-tw[A]itt.
[Gdim]I know the t[A]une -- "This Is [Gdim]Love, T[G]his Is I[A]t."  
[Am7]Heard [G]it bef[A]ore, and d[Am7]on't I k[G]now the sc[A]ore;
A[E]nd I've d[C#m7-5]ecided that sp[A]ring is a b[B7]ore.   

[E]Love seems s[A9]ure ar[Am7]ound the new y[D9]ear;   
AM7 C#m7-5 D9 Bm7-5 AM7 C#m7-5
Now it's April, love is just a ghost.
[C#7]Spring ar[Dm7]rived on [D6]time   [Dm6], only [A]what [C#m7-5]became of[B7] you, dear?
[D9]Spring can [Bm7-5]really h[E]ang you[Bm7-5] up the [C#m7-5]most. [F#7]    
[D9]Spring can [Bm7-5]really h[E]ang you[Bm7-5] up the m[Am7]ost.    

[Gdim]Love came my w[A]ay, I t[Gdim]hought [G]it would l[A]ast.
[Gdim]We had our d[A]ay, now it's[Gdim] all      [G]in the p[A]ast.
[Am7]Spring c[G]ame al[A]ong, a [Am7]sea - s[G]on of s[A]ong,
F[E]ull of swee[C#m7-5]t promise, but [A]something went [B7]wrong.

[E]Doctors [A9]once pres[Am7]cribed a t[D9]onic;
AM7 C#m7-5 D9 Bm7-5 AM7 C#m7-5
Sulfur and molasses was the dose.
[C#7]Didn't [Dm7]help one [D6]bit -- [Dm6]my cond[D]ition must be c[B7]hronic.
[D9]Spring can [Bm7-5]really h[E]ang you[Bm7-5] up the [C#m7-5]most. [F#7]    

D9 AM7 D9 AM7
All alone, the party is over.
[D9]Old man w[Dm6]inter [Am7]was a [C#m7-5]gracious h[B7]ost.   
[Cdim]But when [Dm7]you keep [Dm6]praying[A] for [C#7]snow to hide the [F#7]clover,
[D9]Spring [D]can [E7/6]real - [E7]ly    [Bbm9]hang you [E7]up    [Fdim]the m     [Am7]ost.    

Once I was a sentimental thing;
Threw my heart away each spring.
Fdim AM7 Cdim Bm7-5 AM7
Now a spring romance hasn't got a chance.
Promised[Bm7-5] my first dance[C#m7-5] to winter --
All I've[Bm7-5] got to show's a splinter for my lit - tle fling.

Spring this year has got me feeling
AM7 D9 Bm7-5 AM7 C#m7-5
Like a horse that never left the post.
I lie in my room, staring up at the ceiling.
Spring can [Bm7-5]really hang you[Bm7-5] up the most.

Morning's kiss wakes trees and flowers,
AM7 D9 Bm7-5 AM7 C#m7-5
And to them I'd like to drink a toast.
But I walk in the park just to kill the l[C#m7-5]onely hours;
Spring can[Bm7-5] really hang yo[Bm7-5]u up the most.

All afternoon the birds twitter-twitt.
I know the tune -- "This Is Love, This Is It."
Heard it before, and don't I know the score;
And I've d[C#m7-5]ecided that spring is a bore.

Love seems sure around the new year;
AM7 C#m7-5 D9 Bm7-5 AM7 C#m7-5
Now it's April, love is just a ghost.
Spring arrived on time, only what [C#m7-5]became of you, dear?
Spring can [Bm7-5]really hang you[Bm7-5] up the [C#m7-5]most.
Spring can [Bm7-5]really hang you[Bm7-5] up the most.

Love came my way, I thought it would last.
We had our day, now it's all in the past.
Spring came along, a sea - son of song,
Full of swee[C#m7-5]t promise, but something went wrong.

Doctors once prescribed a tonic;
AM7 C#m7-5 D9 Bm7-5 AM7 C#m7-5
Sulfur and molasses was the dose.
Didn't help one bit -- my condition must be chronic.
Spring can [Bm7-5]really hang you[Bm7-5] up the [C#m7-5]most.

D9 AM7 D9 AM7
All alone, the party is over.
Old man winter was a [C#m7-5]gracious host.
But when you keep praying for snow to hide the clover,
Spring can real - ly hang you up the most.

Chords

  • A
  • F#m
  • D9
  • E7
  • Dm6
  • Am7
  • F#m7
  • B7
  • D6
  • Fdim
  • C#m7
  • Dalt: not exist
  • Dm7
  • Dmaug7: not exist
  • E
  • Bm7
  • Gdim
  • G
  • Am7
  • A9
  • C#7
  • F#7
  • D
  • Cdim
  • E7/6
  • Bbm9

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