Text: Manfred Mann. Fox On The Rum.

She walks thur 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 a fox on the run

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

Everybody knows the reason for the fall
When woman tempted man down in paradise's hall
This woman tempted me, then took me for a ride

But like the lonely fox I need a place to hide

We'll pour a glass of wine to fortify our soul
We'll talk about the world and friends we used to know
I see a strange girl she'll put me on the floor
The game is nearly over the hounds are at my door