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
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Contribuição: Lúcio Manzi Portella([email protected])