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SHEET MUSIC

Johnny Mercer

[Verse 1]
Dm          A7       Dm        A7
It isn't by chance I happen to be
Dm         C        Bb         A7
a boulevardier, the toast of Paris
     F       C          F            C7
For over the noise, the talk and the smoke
    Dm         A7       Bb         A7
I'm good for a laugh, a drink or a joke
Cdim        Gm      Cdim     Gm
I walk in a room, a party or ball
      Bb9      Bb         BbM7      A7
"Come sit over here," somebody will call
   Bb9          Bb      BbM7         A7
"A drink for M'sieur, a drink for us all”
    Eb       Bb      Gm6         A7
but how many times I stop and recall?
 
 
[Chorus 1]
DM7           Cdim   Em       Em7    A7
Ah, the apple trees, blossoms in the breeze
D       Bdim    Em7
That we walked among
A7           D    B7               Em
Lying in the hay, games we used to play
A7                    Bm
While the rounds were sung
E7         Em7 A7                 D      Bb9  Gm6  A7
Only yesterday when the world was young
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
[Verse 2]
Dm         A7       Dm         A7
Wherever I go, they mention my name
    Dm        C        Bb           A7
and that in itself, is some sort of fame
      F        C            F        C7
"Come by for a drink, we're having a game”.
    Dm     A7      Bb          A7
Wherever I go, I'm glad that I came
    Cdim          Gm       Cdim      Gm
The talk is quite gay, the company's fine.
        Bb9          Bb          BbM7        A7
There's laughter and lights, and glamour and wine
    Bb9       Bb        BbM7         A7
And beautiful girls and some of them mine
    Eb       Bb      Gm6          A7
But often my eyes see a different shine
 
 
[Chorus 2]
DM7           Cdim   Em     Em7  A7
Ah, the apple trees. Sunlit memories
D         Bdim    Em7
Where the hammock swung
A7                D    B7             Em
On our backs we'd lie, looking at the sky
A7                  Bm
'til the stars were strung
E7          Em7 A7                 D      Bb  DM7
Only last July, when the world was young
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