Marty Robbins - Foggy foggy dew

^GWhen I was a bachelor I ^Clived all alone I worked at the weaver's ^Gtrade And the only only thing I did ^Cthat was wrong Was to ^D7woo a fair young ^Gmaid

I ^D7wooed her in the ^Gwinter time ^D7Some of the summer ^Gtoo And the only only thing I did ^Cthat was wrong Was to keep ^D7her from the foggy foggy ^Gdew

One night she knelt ^Cdown by my side When I was fast a^Gsleep She threw her arms a^Cround my neck And ^D7then began to ^Gweep

She ^D7wept she cried she tore ^Gher hair ^D7Ah me what could I ^Gdo So all night long I held ^Cher in my arms To keep ^D7her from the foggy foggy ^Gdew

Again I am a bachelor and I ^Clive with my son We work at the weaver's ^Gtrade And every single time that I ^Clook into his eyes He re^D7minds me of the fair young ^Gmaid

He ^D7reminds me of the winter ^Gtime ^D7Part of the summer ^Gtoo And the many many times I held ^Cher in my arms To keep ^D7her from the foggy foggy ^Gdew