September - Corb Lund

Stay with me through September

Summer didn’t last

And there ain’t nobody in New York City

Who could need you half as bad

Stay with me through September

The nights are gettin' cold

Old Man Winter gonna be here soon

And the cattle still ain’t sold

Stay with me through September

Yeah, I know there ain’t much to do

And I guess I did my share of starving in the city

I was young once too

Well I can picture how you’re livin'

In a tiny fourth floor flat

Well there’s times that a thousand acres in the Rocky Mountains

Can’t compete with that

Ooo, ooo

Stay with me through September

I know the flight’s already booked

But I couldn’t let you go and leave it like this

Without giving it a second look

Stay with me through September

I know the pace is kinda slow

And there ain’t much glamour on the old back quarter

Babe, I guess I gotta let you go

Well I can picture how you’re livin'

In a tiny fourth floor flat

Well there’s times that a thousand acres in the Rocky Mountains

Can’t compete with that

Ooo, ooo

Stay with me through September

Summer didn’t last

And there ain’t nobody in New York City

Who could need you half as bad

I can picture how you’re livin'

In a Lower East Side flat

Guess there’s times that a thousand acres in the Rocky Mountains

Can’t compete with that

Ooo, ooo

Ooo, ooo