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
          A7
 So her mama got high, high, high
   C7
 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

     A7                                  C7
 Past the arms of the familiar and their talk of better days
        A7                                 C7                    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
                  A7
 Through the pouring rain
         C7
 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

          A7                           C7
 From the old familiar faces and their old familiar ways
        A7                                C7                     D      B
 To the comfort of the strangers slipping out before they say so long
                E
 Baby loves to run

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