Steve Mcqueen

Lyrics by：Sheryl Crow/Bill Bottrell/David Francis Baerwald

Composed by：Sheryl Crow/Bill Bottrell/David Francis Baerwald

Produced by：Bill Bottrell

She was born in November 1963

The day Aldous Huxley died

And her mama believed

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 belonged

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

Slippin' 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

And stares hopeful out the window

At the workers fightin' through the pouring rain

And she's searchin' through the stations

For an unfamiliar song

And she's thinkin' about the places

That she knows she still belongs

She smiles the secret smile

That's 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

Slippin' out before they say so long

Baby loves to run

And she's searchin' through the stations

For an unfamiliar song

And she pictures all the places

That 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 run

Baby run