A foggy day

I was a stranger in the city
Out of town were the people I knew
I had that feeling of self pity
What to do, what to do, what to do?
The outlook was decidedly blue
But as I walked through the foggy streets alone
It turned out to be the luckiest day I've known

  ^{D^Δ}A foggy ^{F^Ø}day ^B7in ^Em7London ^A7town
  ^DHad me ^{B^Ø}low and ^E7had me ^Em7down ^A7
  ^{D^Δ}I viewed the ^Am7morning^D7 ^{G^Δ}with much a^Gm6larm
  ^{D^Δ}The British mu^F#m7seum^B7 had ^Em7lost its ^A7charm
  ^{D^Δ}How long, I ^{F^Ø}won^B7dered, ^Em7could this thing ^A7last?
  ^DBut the age of ^{B^Ø}miracles ^E7hadn't ^Em7passed^A7
  ^Am7For, sudden^D7ly, I ^{G^Δ}saw you ^C7there
  ^DAnd through ^Em7foggy ^F#m7London ^Gm6town
  the ^F#m7sun was ^Em7shining ^Em7up^A7side-^Ddown!

**A foggy day**
Genre	jazz
Land	US
Taal	EN
Maatsoort	4/4
Toonsoort	G
Componist	George Gershwin
Door	Ella Fitzgerald
Tekstschrijver	Ira Gershwin
Copyright	0
Joost	accordeon?
Arent	klarinet
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