Keb' Mo' - Every morning

Ev^F#ery mornin' an' every evenin' Every day ^BI, I think of y^F#ou The way you love m^C#7e, through and t^F#hrough

A^F#nd when I'm with you, it feels like heaven And you're an a^Bngel, holdin' ^F#me Your sweet, sweet lo^C#7vin', it sets me fr^F#ee

A^F#nd in my wildest, imagination I could ne^Bver, imagine y^F#ou Lovin' me as much^C#7 as, as I do ^F#you

An^F#d it may be winter, it may be fall I might have pl^Benty or nothin' at a^F#ll But, baby, I'll be th^C#7ere whenever you c^F#all, ever you call

'^F#Cause every mornin' and every evenin' Every day^C# I, I think of y^F#ou The way you love ^C#7me, through and t^F#hrough The way you love^C#7 me, through and t^F#hrough