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Run for Your Life - The Show Ponies
Composed by：Clayton Chaney
Our ancestors ran from predators and their enemies wielding arrows
We run from calls of creditors collecting debts in great wheelbarrows
Knowing nothing of the ancients' toil or strife
When I run I run for my life
Politically-minded men run for the prize of public office
And most folks run for exercize to avoid their stomachs' softness
To attract prospective husbands or a wife
When I run I run for my life
Run not to win some decorated prize
When you run run for your life
I've seldom had to run to preserve my own existence
And ain't it sad to lose your breath
After only a short distance
The sharp pains in your gut cut like a knife
When you run run for your life
Run not to win some decorated prize
When you run run for you life
Run not to win some decorated prize
When you run run for your life
Sedentary men they don't have to run for nothing
And I would rather run to you than run away from something
Followed closely by a fiddle and a fife
When you run run for your life
Run not to win some decorated prize
When you run run for your life
Run not to win some decorated prize
When you run run
When you run run for your life
