Ana

D F#m G Em G F#m D F#m Ana was driving G Em On a Sunday Afternoon G F#m And I called her just past two to say D F#m G Em Ana, I love ya but I can’t come home to you G F#m D And I won’t be coming home, tomorrow too” F#m Oh, Ana G Em There’s nothing you can do G F#m To get me in the mood D G F#m It’s been a pleasure to be your man and D G F#m F# I could hold you for every dance but G F#m F# If I don’t ever take this chance then G Em I should never have been your man D F#m G Em G F#m D There F#m Are cities G Em And countries I should go G F#m Things I want to know D And I promise F#m That I’ll write you G Em In about a month or so G F#m D I’ll be a different guy when I come home F#m To LA G Em Life herе’s moving slow G F#m I’m leaving even though D G F#m It’s been a pleasure to be your man and D G F#m F# I could hold you for every dance but G F#m F# If I don’t ever take this chance then G Em I should never have been your man D G F#m It’s been a pleasure to be your man and D G F#m F# I could hold you for every dance but G F#m F# If I don’t ever take this chance then G Em I should never have been your man