Fox on the run (video)

C - G - F

C                           G                 Dm              F

She walked through the corn leading down to the river,

       Dm                    G              F                C

her hair shone like gold in the hot mornin' sun.

C              G              Dm                    F

She took all the love that a poor boy could give her,

Dm           G            F               C

and left me to die like a fox on the run,

F                                     C - G - F

Like a fox, like a fox, like a fox on the run.

Bb F           D#                  Bb

1. Everybody knows the reason for the fall,

D#                      Bb               Cm          F

when woman tempted man down in Paradise's hall.

D#                   Bb                  Eb                 Bb

    This woman tempted me, oh, yes, and took me for a ride,

Eb Bb      Cm                   G

like a weary fox, I need a place to hide. 

+ CHORUS

Bb                  F            D#              Bb

2. Come take a glass of wine, and fortify your soul,

             D#                    Bb            Cm                           F

we'll talk about the world and friends we used to know.

D#              Bb   D#                    Bb

    I'll illustrate a girl who put me on the floor,

D#                  Bb         Cm                       G

the game is nearly up, the hounds are at my door.

C                         G                 Dm              F

I saw her walk through the corn leading down to the river,

Dm                    G              F                C

her hair shone like gold in the hot mornin' sun.

         C               G               Dm                   F

She took all the love that a poor boy could give her,

Dm            G            F               C

and left me to die like a fox on the run,

(orig. moves up half a note to capo 1st here)

C                           G                 Dm             F

You know, she walked through the corn leading down to the river,

       Dm                   G              F                C

her hair shone like gold in the hot mornin' sun.

         C               G               Dm                  F

She took all the love that a poor boy could give her,

E                     Am        F        C

and left me here to die like a fox, like a fox, like a fox on the run.

(Manfred Mann)