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Text: Paul McCartney. Back In The World. Band On The Run.

:
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.

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 searching every one

For 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