Misc Your Songs - Anarchee - memories

^AmTo all the rasta peop^Fle out th^Gere ^AmAnarchee is bringing ^Fyou the m^Gusic, from the Alps in Bavaria

^AmIt hurts in my mind, to t^Fhink of it ^Gnow ^AmI wanna go back and r^Felive it a^Gll ^AmI think of the shack, a re^Ftreat, yet so ^Gsmall

^AmI remember the^Fre, on top of the h^Cill It was just the ^Gbest way one could ^Amfeel ^AmI remember the ^Fdeer, the smoke's by our s^Cide I remember the ^Gsunset in the African s^Amky ^AmI remember the fi^Fre, flickering so br^Cight I remember the s^Gtars, shining in the dark n^Amight ^AmThe music around u^Fs, the joint in our han^Cds Feeling the war^Gmth, of the African san^Amd

^AmAnd when these pa^Fintings, appea^Cr in my mi^Gnd ^AmI wish that I cou^Fld just go bac^Ck in time ^{G Am}When I'm sad that^F these days ar^Ce gone by ^{G Am}I know that I wou^Fld go back to ^Cthe africa^Gn sky