Misc Your Songs - Tim dougherty - pura vida anita

I ^Gmet a fair ^Bm7Tica, down ^Am7in Costa ^DRica, when ^GI was a ^Bm7young man in ^CNew Are - ^Dnal Her ^Gname was ^Bm7Anita, e^Am7sta que bo - ^Dnita, e^Gsta pura ^Bm7vida, where^Am7 I came to ^Dfall

But ^Am7she had no place, for a g^Em7ringo like me, in ^Am7time her affection turned n^Em7eigh Her b^Am7eauty contrasted my selfish ^Em7demean, she ^Am7gave and I took it a - ^Dway

Pura ^Gvida, A^Bm7nita, tu ^Cmi cora - ^Dzon Pe^Gro no me^Bm7 a - mas – ^Am7te ^D Adi^Gos to An^Bm7ita, and ^Cthen I was ^Cm7gone X5403x I l^Am7eft my A^Dsusnita, to s^Gtay ^{Bm7 C Am7 G Em Am7 D}

The vol^Gcano, she ^Bm7rumbles, and ^Am7belches out ^Dsteam, and ^Gcasts a great ^Bm7shadow on the ^Cvalley be - ^Dlow Com - ^Gpared to the ^Bm7things that the g^Am7ringos they ^Dbring, her d^Ganger is ^Bm7nothing, ^Am7nothing at ^Dall

And the ^Am7rainforest harbors a ^Em7dark mystery, the ^Am7beauty a sweet siren ^Em7song ^Am7Danger lurks under the ^Em7green canopy, but it ^Am7never stays hidden for ^Dlong

Pura ^Gvida, A^Bm7nita, tu ^Cmi cora - ^Dzon Per^Go no me ^Bm7a - mas – ^Am7te ^D Raise a ^Gglass for A^Bm7nita, and ^Ctwenty years ^Cm7on I s^Am7till miss A^Dsusnita, to this ^Gday ^{Bm7 C Am7 G Em7 Am7 D G}