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OLD FAMILIAR WAY - OF MONTREAL Created by: dcolspector G# F# F#/C# C#
C# Neither the flowers on the Bb7hill, Or the D#mmoonlight on the F#msea, C# G(b5) F# D#m Have ever looked so blue. And C#everyGdimthing looks F#m6new aC#gain, In that F7old faC#miliar F#way.
The C#view from my Bb7room, Of the D#mships on the F#mbay, C# G(b5) F# D#m Had come to bore me through and through. But they C#suddenGdimly seem F#m6new aC#gain, In that G#mold faC#7miliar F#way.
The F7delicate F#ballet of G#blossoms falling G#7off a C#tree, Had Along gone unnoticed by Eme. I'm F7stunned by what F#now I finally C#see. It's D#7amazing the wonders you can find, Just by G#7stepping outside.
C# G# F# F#/C# C# There's a skip in my step, a divine state of joy, In everything I do. Cause I am feeling new again, In that old familiar way. When I'm awoken from my dreams, By a cuckoo on the roof, I always join in too. (Cuckoo!) And every sound sounds new again, In that old familiar way. The life I used to know when I was busy, always on the go, Left me with nothing to show. Now I feel that I can honestly say, I'm living a suitable life. I'm glad I finally got it right. (Single notes under a C# chord)
D#WelC#come Cto C#the F#GayG# F# D#ParC#ade.