Texty: Manfred Mann. Fox On The Run.

She walked through the corn leading down to the river
Her hair shone like gold in the hot morning sun
She took all the love that a poor boy could give her
And left me to die like the fox on the run

Like the fox (like the fox, like the fox) on the run

Everybody knows the reason for the fall
When woman tempted man down in paradise's hall
This woman tempted me all right, then took me for a ride
But like the lonely fox I need a place to hide

Like the fox (like the fox, like the fox) on the run

Come take a glass of wine and fortify your soul
We'll talk about the world and friends we used to know
I'll illustrate, a girl put me on the floor
The game is nearly up, the hounds are at my door

Like the fox (like the fox, like the fox) on the run