Sheryl Crow

All I Wanna Do
If It Makes You Happy
Run, Baby, Run
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Run, Baby, Run

She was born in november 1963
The day Aldous Huxley died
And her mama believed
That everyone 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
He failed and taught her young
The only thing she'd need
To carry on
He taugh 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
Stares hopeful out the window
At the workers fighting
Trough the pouring rain
She's searching trough 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
From the old familiar faces and
Their old familiar ways
To the comfort of the strangers
Slipping out before they say
So long
Baby loves to run
She's searching trough 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
Run baby run baby run baby run
Baby run
So run baby run baby run baby run
Baby run

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All I Wanna Do

"All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die,"
Says the man next to me out of nowhere, apropos
Of nothing. He says his name's William but I'm sure
He's Bill or Billy, Mac or Buddy, he's plain ugly to me.
And I wonder if he`s ever had fun in his life.
We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday
In a bar that faces a giant car wash
The good people of the world are washing their cars
On their lunch break, hosing and scrubbing
As best they can in skirts and suits
They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks
Back to the phone company, the record store,
Well, they're nothing like Billy and me.
Chorus
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard.
I like a good beer buzz early in the morning
And Billy likes to peel the labels
From his bottles of Bud and shred them on the bar
Then he lights every match in an oversized pack
Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers
Before blowing and cursing them out - and he's watching
The Buds as they spin on the floor
A happy couple enters the bar dangerously close
The bartender looks up from his want ads.
Chorus
Otherwise the bar is ours, and the day and the night
And the car wash too, the matches and the Buds
And the clean and dirty cars, the sun and the moon.
Chorus

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If It Makes You Happy

I've been long
A long way from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitoes and drank til I was thirsty again
We've been searching through thrift store jungles
Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo
And Benny Goodman's corset and pen
Well okay, I made this up
I promised you I'd never give up
Chorus
If it makes you happy, it can't be that bad
If it makes you happy, then why the hell are you so sad?
You get down
Real low down
You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train
Well who hasn't been there before?
I come round
Around the hard way
Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold of the bread
And serve you French toast again
Well okay I still get stoned
I'm not the kind of girl you take home
Chorus (2x)
We've been far
Far way from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitoes and everywhere in between
Well okay, we get along
So what if right now everything's wrong?
Chorus (2x)

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