–  Almost Like Being in Love –
m Frederick Loewe, w Alan Jay Lerner
from Brigadoon, 1947

E . . . . . . .Bm7.C#m7 . . . . Bm7
Maybe the sun   gave me the power
. . . E . . . . . . . . . . . . .Bm7
For I could swim Loch Lomond
. . . . . .C#m7 . . . . . . Bm7
and be home in half an hour
A . . . . . . Em7.F#m7 . . . . . Em7
Maybe the air   gave me the drive
. . . .A . . . . Em7 . . . . A7
For I'm all aglow and alive

. . . . . .Bm7 . . . . . . E7
What a day this has been,
. . . . . . Aj . . . . . . . F#m7
what a rare mood I'm in
. . . . . . .Bm7 . . . . Bm7f . . A.j.7.67.7
Why, it's almost like being in love

There's a smile on my face
for the whole human race
. . . . . . .Bm7 . . . . Bm7f . . . A . A7
Why, it's almost like being in love

{bridge:}
G#m7 . . . . . C#m7 . . . . . . F#.7
All the music of life seems to be
F#m7 . . . . . . . .B7 . . . . . E6
like a bell that is ringing for me
. . . . . . . . . . .Bm7 . . . . E7
And from the way that I feel
. . . . . . . . Aj . . . . . . .F#m7
when that bell starts to peal
. . . . . . .Bm7 . . . . . E7
I would swear I was falling,
. . . . . . . A . . . . . . F#m7
I could swear I was falling
. . .Bm7 . . . . Bm7f . . A
It's almost like being in love
{cont next col at top)
{ <== ALBIL cont}
When we walked up the brae
Not a word did we say
It was almost like being in love

But your arm linked in mine
Made the world kind o' fine
It was almost like being in love
{repeat bridge}

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Blues in the Night
m Harold Arlen, w Johnny Mercer, 1941

E . .Eb.E . . . . . Eb . E. . .  . . Eb.E . . .Eb. Emm7
My mama done told me when I was in pigtails
E . .Eb.E . . . . . Eb . E. . .  . E7
My mama done told me . . . Hon
A9
A man's gonna sweet talk and give you the big eye
 . . . .E7 . E6 . E . . E6.Em . E
But when the sweet talkin's done
. .Bb9.B9.Bb9.B9 . . .C9.B9.C9 . E
A man is a two face, a worrisome thing
. . . . . .C9 . .B9.C9.E . . . . Eb.E
Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night

E
Now the rain's a-fallin'
A9 . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  . .Eb . E
Hear that train a-callin' whoo-ee
. E . .Eb.E . . . . . Eb . E
(My mama done told me)
A9
Hear that lonesome whistle
A9 . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  . . Eb . E
Blowin' cross the trestle, whoo-ee
. E . .Eb.E . . . . . Eb . E
(My mama done told me)
. . . Bb . B. . . . . .Bb . B . .A9
A whoo-ee duh whoo-ee, clickety clack
A9 . . . . . . . . . . Eb.E
Echoin' back the blues in the night
{cont next col at top)

{ <== BITN cont}

. . . . . . . . . .Am6 . . . . . . . . . A9
The evening breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
. . . . . . .Em7 . . . . . . . F#+
And the moon'll hide its light
C#m7f . . . . . . . . Em6 . . . . . F#7 . B7
When you get the blues in the night
. . . . . . . .Am6 . . . .A9
Take my word, the mockin' bird'll
. . . . . . .Em7 . . . . . . . F#+
sing the saddest kinda song
C#m7f . . . . . . . . . . .Em6 . . . . . . . .F#9 . B9
He knows things are wrong and he's right

B9 . . . E9 . . . . . .A9 . . . . . . E9 . . . . . .A9
(Whoo-ee) Whoo-ee (Whoo-ee) Whoo-ee

From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe
Wherever the four winds blow
I've been in some big towns, heard me some big talk
But there is one thing I know
A man is a two face, a worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night
. . . . Emm7 . . . . . . . A9
(Whoo-ee . . . Whoo-ee)
A9 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .B94 . . . . . E9 . 69
My mama was right, there's blues in the night