E|-------0-----|-------0-----|-------4-----|-------4-----|
B|-------0-----|-------0-----|-------4-----|-------4-----|
G|-------1-----|-------1-----|-------4-----|-------4-----|
D|-2-----------|-2-----------|-6-----------|-6-----------|
A|-2-----------|-2-----------|-6-----------|-6-----------|
E|-0-----------|-0-----------|-4-----------|-4-----------|

E|-------2-----|-------2-----|-------------|-------------|
B|-------2-----|-------2-----|-------2-----|-------2-----|
G|-------2-----|-------2-----|-----0---0---|-----0---0---|
D|-4-----------|-4-----------|---2-------2-|---2-------2-|
A|-4-----------|-4-----------|-0-----------|-0-----------|
E|-2-----------|-2-----------|-------------|-------------|

E|---------------------|--------------------|----------------|-------------|
B|---------------------|--------------------|----------------|-------------|
G|---9--9---9---------9|-9--9----9---------9|----------------|-------------|
D|-9h11-9---9---------9|-11-9----9---------9|-9--9-----9-----|-------------|
A|----------------9h11-|-------11------9h11-|-11-9-----9---11|-9-----------|
E|---------------------|--------------------|--------11------|-7-----------|

E|---------------|
B|---------------|
G|-9-------------|
D|-9h11p9----9---|
A|--------11-9---|
E|---------------|

        E                                           G#m
She was born in November 1963 - the day that Aldous Huxley died
F#m
And her mama believed that every man could be free
G#    A7
So her mama got high, high, high
B      C7
And her daddy marched on Birmingham singing mighty protest songs
Am7                                                         /G
And he pictured all the places where he knew that she'd belong
       F                               Bb                             B
But he failed and taught her young the only thing she'd need to carry on
   
He taught her how to

E                 C#m               G#m    B
Run baby run baby run baby run baby run
E                 C#m               G#m    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