Run, baby, run(Chords)

	        
         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])
	        

Written by Bill Bottrell, David Francis Baerwald, Sheryl Suzanne Crow