| G7 | C | C/B | Bm7 | E7 | |
| Grab your | coat and | get your | hat, |
| F | Bm7 | Bb9 | |
| Leave your w | orries on the | door - | step; |
| Am | Am | D9 | D7 | |
| Just di | rect your | feet |
| F | G7 | C | |
| To the | sunny s | ide of the s | treet. |
| G7 | C | C/B | Bm7 | E7 | |
| Can't you | hear the | pitter | -pat? |
| F | Bm7 | Bb9 | |
| And that | happy tune is | your s | tep! |
| Am | Am | D9 | D7 | |
| Life ca | n be compl | ete |
| Dm7 | G7 | C | |
| On the | sunny | side of the s | treet. |
| (Bridge:) |
| Cmaj7 | C7 | Gm7 | C7 | Gm7 | F | |
| I | used to wal | k in | the sha | de wit | h those blu | es on parade; |
| D9 | Am7 | D7 | G7 | G9 | |
| But | I'm | not afr | aid -- this | rover crossed | over! |
| G7 | C | C/B | Bm7 | E7 | |
| If I n | ever | had a | cent, |
| F | Bm7 | Bb9 | |
| I'd be ri | ch as Rock - e - | fel - | ler, |
| Am | Am | D9 | D7 | |
| Gold dust | at my f | eet |
| Dm7 | G7 | C | |
| On the | sunny | side of the s | treet. |
| hords transcribed by JORGE UMEMARU |