James Taylor - Anywhere like heaven

^F[When I] w^Amalk along ^Dmyour city^F7 streets &^BbMaj7 look into^Gm7 your eye^Cs; ^{C/Bb C/A}When ^C/GI ^Fsee that ^Am simple ^Dm sadness ^F7 that acr^BbMaj7oss your f^Gm7eatures l^Ebie; ^Bb

^CIf my spirits st^Bbart to si^Fnk it^Dm7 comes as ^Gno surpri^Cze. ^C/Bb It'^C/As bee^C/Gn a ^Flong way from a^BbMaj7nywhere ^F like^Gm7 heaven to yo^Ebur town, t^Bbhis town.

^Fpasture ^Am in the ^Dmcountrysi^F7de I us^BbMaj7ed to call^Gm7 my own. ^{C C/Bb} Ther^C/Ae's a^{C/G F} natural ^Am pillow ^Dmfor my ^F7head. Th^BbMaj7e grass th^Gm7ere is ov^Ebergrown. ^Bb I

^Cthink of that place ^Bbfrom time^F to time w^Dm7hen I want^G to be al^Cone. ^C/Bb I'^C/Ave co^C/Gme A

^Flong way from anywhe^BbMaj7re ^Flike ^Gm7heaven to your tow^Ebn, this to^Bbwn. Now ^C people, they live f^Gm7rom day t^Fo day but^Dm they do not count ^Am7the time.

^FThey don't see their^Dm7 days sli^Gpping by, ^Cand neithe^C/Bbr do I...^C/A. T^C/Ghere's a

^Fplace insi^Amde of e^Dmvery man ^F7that's l^BbMaj7ookin' to ^Gm7be free. ^{C C/Bb C/A}Yes, ^C/Gand ^Feverybody ^Am tells me^Dm that it'^F7s as it's ^BbMaj7meant to b^Gm7e. ^{Eb Bb}

^CStill I read their p^Bbapers and^F I watch t^Dm7hem on the^G T.V. ^C I'^C/Bbve co^C/Ame a ^{C/G F}long way from any^BbMaj7where, l^Fike h^Gm7eaven to your town,^Eb this town^Bb. Most

^Cpeople who live from^Gm7 day to d^Fay simply ^Dmdo not count the ti^Am7me, you know. ^FThey don't see their^Dm7 days sli^Gpping by, ^Cand neithe^C/Bbr do I. ^C/A Wh^C/Gen I

^Fwalk along^Am your ci^Dmty street^F7s & l^BbMaj7ook into y^Gm7our eyes;^{C C/Bb} Whe^C/An I ^{C/G F}see that s^Amimple s^Dmadness th^F7at across ^BbMaj7your featu^Gm7res lie -^Eb I see lie^Bbs,

^C If my spirit sta^Bbrts to si^Fnk it come^Dm7s as no su^Grprize, ^{C C/Bb} I've^C/A come^C/G a ^Flong way from anywh^BbMaj7ere l^Fike h^Gm7eaven to your tow^Ebn, this to^Bbwn.

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