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