Intro: (Chords of 3rd line of verse) F Em Dm7 G
Verse
G Am7 G7 C C7 C G Am7 D7 Dm7 G7 Dm7 G7
I've grown ac - customed to her face, she almost makes my day begin,
D#7 F Em D7 Dm7
I've grown accustomed to the tune, she whistles night and noon,
F Em Dm7 G
Her smiles, her frowns, her ups, her downs;
D#7 C C7 C G Am7 D7 Dm7 G7 Dm7 G7
Are second nature to me now, like breathing out and breathing in,
F Dm7 C B7 C Em7 A
I was serenely in - dependent and content before we met,
Dm7 F G7 Bm7 E7 F Fm
Surely I could always be that way again and yet;
F D7 Fm
I've grown accustomed to her looks,
C Em7 D7 Dm7 Am7 D7 G7 C
Accustomed to her voice, accus – tomed to her face.
(Musical Interlude – 1st three lines of Verse)
G Am7 G7 C C7 C G Am7 D7 Dm7 G7 Dm7 G7
D#7 F Em D7 Dm7
F Em Dm7 G
(Continue with verse)
D#7 C C7 C G Am7 D7 Dm7 G7 Dm7 G7
She’s second nature to me now, like breathing out and breathing in,
F Dm7 C B7 C Em7 A
I'm very grateful she's a woman, and so easy to forget,
Dm7 F G7 Bm7 E7 F Fm
Rather like a habit one can always break and yet;
F D7 Fm
I've grown accustomed to the trace,
C Em7 D7 Dm7 Am7 D7 G7 C
Or something in the air, accus – tomed, to her face.
Outro:
Dm7 Am7 D7 G7 C