Annabel Don Henley # # [C]I WATCH Y[G]OU SLE[Am]EPIN[C]G M[F]Y WEARY H[C]EART RISES [F]UP ON WI[G]NGS [C]I HEAR YO[G]UR LAU[Am]GHTE[C]R S[F]OMETHING [C]DEEP DOWN I[F]NSIDE ME SI[G]NGS [C]WAY DOWN HE[G]RE IN THE L[Am]AND OF CO[C]TTON [F]YOU WERE BO[C]RN ON A RA[F]INY D[G]AY [C]SINCE THEN SW[G]EET THINGS LO[Am]NG FOR[C]GOTTEN [F]THEY JUST K[C]EEP FLOODING B[F]ACK MY W[C]AY [F]OH CH[C]ILD I CAN[F]NOT TELL Y[Am]OU H[F]OW THE TI[C]ME JUST FL[F]IES [F]BUT I HAVE H[C]AD MY DA[F]YS OF GL[Am]ORY (chordiearchive.chordie.com)
