Ella Fitzgerald - Misty

Look at^Ebmaj7 me, I'm as ^Bbm7helpless as a k^Eb7itten up a ^Abmaj7tree; And I feel like I'^Abm9m clingin' to a ^Db7cloud, I ^Ebmaj7can't unders^Cm7tand I get^Fm7 misty, just h^Bb7olding your ^Gm7hand. ^{C7 Fm7 Bb7}

Walk my^Ebmaj7 way, And a ^Bbm7thousand vio^Eb7lins begin to p^Abmaj7lay, Or it might be the ^Abm9sound of your ^Db7hello, That ^Ebmaj7music I ^Cm7hear, I get ^Fm7misty, the ^Bb7moment you're ^Eb6near.

Can't you see that you're ^Bbm7leading me on? ^Eb7b9 And it's just what I ^Abmaj7want you to do, Don't you notice how h^Am7opelessly I'm lost ^D7 F7 Gm7b5 C7b9 Fm7 Bb7 That's why I'm following you.

On my ^Ebmaj7own, When I ^Bbm7wander through this w^Eb7onderland ^Abmaj7alone, Never knowing my r^Abm9ight foot from my l^Db7eft My ^Ebmaj7hat from my ^Cm7glove I'm too m^Fm7isty, and ^Bb7too much in ^Ebmaj7love. Too m^Fm7isty, ^Bb7 And too much in ^Ebmaj7love...