Fox On The Run
Tony Hazzard / Manfred Mann (1968)
| intro: | D | A | G | D | |||||
| D | A | Em | G | |
| She | walked through the | corn leading | down to the | river, |
| Em | A | G | D | |
| Her | hair shone like | gold in the | hot morning | sun. |
| D | A | Em | G | |
| She | took all the | love that a | poor boy could | give her, |
| Em | A | G | D | |
| And | left me to | die like the | fox on the | run. |
| G | D | A | G | D | |
| Like the | fox (like the fox, like the fox) on the | run. |
| C | G | F | C | |
| Everybody | knows the | reason for the | fall: |
| F | C | F | G | |
| When | woman tempted | man down in | paradise's | hall. |
| Am | G | F | C | |
| This | woman tempted | me, all yes, then | took me for a | ride; |
| F | C | G | A | |
| But | like the weary | fox I | need a place to | hide! |
| D | A | Em | G | |
| She | walked through the | corn leading | down to the | river, |
| Em | A | G | D | |
| Her | hair shone like | gold in the | hot morning | sun. |
| D | A | Em | G | |
| She | took all the | love that a | poor boy could | give her, |
| Em | A | G | D | |
| And | left me to | die like the | fox on the | run. |
| G | D | A | G | D | |
| Like the | fox (like the fox, like the fox) on the | run. |
| C | G | F | C | |
| Come | take a glass of | wine and | fortify your | soul. |
| F | C | F | G | |
| We'll | talk about the | world and | friends we used to | know. |
| Am | G | F | C | |
| I'll | illustrate, a | girl | who put me on the | floor. |
| F | C | G | A | |
| The | game is nearly up, the | hounds are | at my | door! |
| D | A | Em | G | |
| I saw her | walk through the | corn leading | down to the | river, |
| Em | A | G | D | |
| Her | hair shone like | gold in the | hot morning | sun. |
| D | A | Em | G | |
| She | took all the | love that a | poor boy could | give her, |
| Em | A | G | D | |
| And | left me to | die like the | fox on the | run. |
| D# | A# | Fm | G# | |
| You know - she | walked through the | corn leading | down to the | river, |
| Fm | A# | G# | D# | |
| Her | hair shone like | gold in the | hot morning | sun. |
| D# | A# | Fm | G# | |
| She | took all the | love that a | poor boy could | give her, |
| G7 | |
| And | Left me to die |
| G# | D# | A# | G# | D# | |
| Like the | fox (like the fox, like the fox) on the | run. |
