Don't Get Around Much Anymore
Lyric by Bob Russell, Music by Duke Ellington

(Intro)
When [Gm6]I'm not [A7]playing [Dm]sol[A7]i[Dm]taire,
I take a [Fm6]book down [G7]from the [C]shelf, [G7, C]
And [Em]what with [Gaug]programs [Em7]on the air [A9]
I [G]keep pretty much [D7]to my[G]self...

[G7]Missed the Saturday [C]dance.
Heard they crowdded the [A9]floor.
Couldn't [Am7]bear it with[D7]out you:
[G7]Don't Get Around Much Anymore.

Thought I'd visit the club,
Got as far as the door,
They'd've asked me about you:
Don't Get Around Much Anymore.

(Bridge)
[F]Darling I gues [Fm] my [Em7]mind's [C]more at ease [C7]
But [F]nevertheless [Am6, B7] [Em]why stir up [B]memories [G7]

Been invited on dates;
Might have gone but what for?
Awf'lly different without you:
Don't Get Around Much Anymore.

(Repeat first verse)

from sheet music published 1942 by Robbins Music Corporation
799 Seventh Ave., New York, N.Y.

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Sarah