Band On The Run
(Paul McCartney)
1973 MPL Communications

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                              Stuck inside these four walls, sent inside forever, 
                              Never seeing no one nice again like you, 
                              Mama you, mama you. 

                              If I ever get out of here, 
                              Thought of giving it all away 
                              To a registered charity. 
                              All I need is a pint a day 
                              If I ever get out of here. (If we ever get outta here)

                              Well, the rain exploded with a mighty crash 
                              As we fell into the sun, 
                              And the first one said to the second one there 
                              I Hope you're having fun. 

                              Band On The Run, Band On The Run. 
                              And The Jailer Man and Sailor Sam were searching every one 
                              For the band on the run, Band on the run,  
                              Band on the run, Band on the run 

                              Well, the undertaker drew a heavy sigh 
                              Seeing no one else had come, 
                              And a bell was ringing in the village square 
                              for the rabbits on the run. 

                              Band On The Run, Band On The Run. 
                              And the Jailer Man and Sailor Sam Were aearching every one
                              For the band on the run, Band on the run,  
                              Band on the run, Band on the run

                              Yeah the Band On The Run, Band On The Run,  
                              Band on the run, Band on the run

                              Well, the night was falling as the desert world 
                              began to settle down. 
                              In The town they're searching for us every where, 
                              but we never w ill be found. 

                              Band On The Run, Band On The Run. 
                              And the county judge, who held a grudge 
                              Will search for evermore 

                              For the Band On The Run, Band on the run,  
                              Band On The Run, Band On The Run
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