Verse 1:

Should you ^Aexpect to see something that^Bm you hadn't seen And somebody^C#m you've known since ^Dyou were sixteen' If lo^Eve is a b^f#molt from the blue, Then wh^Dat is a bolt but a glor^Aified screw That doe^Dsn't hold nothing tog^Eether'

Verse 2: Far from these nonsense bars and their nowhere music It's making me sick and I know it's making you sick There's nothing there, it's like eatin air It's like drinking gin with nothing else in That doesn't hold me together. Chorus:

But for ^Aone crowded ho^Bmur You were the o^C#mnly one in the ro^Dom I sail^Eed around all those ^F#mbumps in the night To your^D beacon in the glo^Aom I tho^C#ught I found my gol^Dden September In the mi^Addle of that purple ^F#mJune But o^Ane crowded h^Bmour Would l^Dead to my wre^Eck and ruin^A.

Verse 3:

^ANow I know you like your boys who take their^Bm medicine From the ^C#mbowl with their silver ^Dspoon ^EWho'd run away with the dis^F#mh and scale the fish ^DBy the silvery light of the^A moon ^C#Who were taught from the womb ^DTo believe to the tune,^A that as far as their beady^F#m eyes see ^AIt's a pleasure pen meant for them, ^Bmbuilt for them, rent for them ^DAnd not for the l^Eikes of m^Ae ^DThere not for the likes of yo^Eu and me.

^Eoh' but greed-eyed harpy of^B the song^Aland ^ETo takes into hers,^B my ^Ahand ^F#mAnd she says, 'boy, I know yo^Bu're lying ^E... oh, but ^Bso am I^E" E (buildup) And to this I said 'oh well.'

^ANow put me in a cage full of ^Bmlions, I'll learn to speak^C#m lion In fact^D I know the language wel^El I picked it^F#m up while I was ^Dversing myself In the ^Alanguage they ^Dspea^Ak i^Dn h^Bmell That night the s^C#milence gave birth to a ^Dbaby They to^Eok away through the sil^F#ment dismay And they ^Draised it to be a ^Alady Now she ^Dcan't keep her mouth ^Eshut.

Chorus: But for one crowded hour You were the only one in the room I sailed around all those bumps in the night To your beacon in the gloom I thought I found my golden September In the middle of that purple June But one crowded hour Would lead to my wreck and ruin. Chorus 2: (using same chords as chorus 1) Yes and one crowded hour, You were the only one in the room I played a few songs to those bumps in the night In fact I played this very tune You said, "what is this six-stringed instrument But adolescent ruin'" And one crowded hour Would lead to my wreck and ruin

^AYes and one cro^Bmwded hour ^DWould lead^E to my wreck ^Aand ruin. ^Aand one crowded^Bm hour ^DWould lead^E to my wreck ^Aand ruin.

Augie March - One crowded hour