Run, baby, run

E Abm She was born in November 1963 the day Aldous Huxley died F#m And her mama believed that every man could be free A So her mama got high, high, high C And her daddy marched on Birmingham singing mighty protest songs Am And he pictured all the places where he knew that she belonged F Bb B ?stop- But he failed and taught her young the only thing she's need to carry on... He taught her how to E C#m Abm B Run baby run baby run baby run baby run A C Past the arms of the familiar and their talk of better days A C D B To the comfort of the strangers slipping out before they say so long E Baby loves to run E Abm She counts out all her money in the taxi on the way to meet her plane F#m Stares hopeful out the window at the workers fighting A Through the pouring rain C And she's searching through the stations for an unfamiliar song Am And she's pictures all the places where she knows she still belongs F Bb B ?stop- And she smiles the secret smile because she knows exactly how To carry on... E C#m Abm B So run baby run baby run baby run baby run A C From the old familiar faces and their old familiar ways A C D B To the comfort of the strangers slipping out before they say so long E Baby loves to run _______________________________________________________ Contribuição: Lúcio Manzi Portella(drunkboy@bol.com.br)