Sheryl Crow
Tuesday Night Music Club

Run, Baby, Run

She was born in November 1963 the day I was Huxley died

And her mama believed me that every man could be free

So her mama got high, high, high and her Daddy marched on Birmingham

Singing mighty protest songs and he pictured all the places

Where he knew that she'd belong but he failed and taught her young

The only thing she'd need to carry on



He taught her how to

Run baby run baby run baby

Run baby run

So run baby run baby

Run baby run baby run



Past the arms of the familiar and their talk of better days

To the comfort of the strangers slipping out before they say

So long baby loves to run



She counts out all her money in the taxi on the way to meet her plane

In stares hopeful out the window

At the workers fighting through the pouring rain

And she's searching through the stations for an unfamiliar song

And she's think of all the places where she knows she still belongs

She smiles the secret smile and sure she knows exactly how to carry on



So run baby run baby

Run baby run baby run

So run baby run baby

Run baby run baby run



From their old familiar faces and their old familiar ways

To the comfort of the strangers and slipping out before they say

So long, and baby loves to run



And she's searching through the stations for an unfamiliar song

And she pictures all the places where she knows she still belongs

And she smiles the secret smile because she knows exactly how

To carry on



So run baby run baby

Run baby run baby run

So run baby run baby

Run baby run baby run



So run baby run baby

Run baby run baby run

So run baby run baby

Run baby run baby run



So run baby run baby

Run baby run baby run

So run baby run baby

Run baby

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