Words and music by Matt Hillyer
Verse:
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When my mama used to go to the run up tree,
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She had a transistor radio,
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The bark of the tree had been worn smooth,
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By all the little children's toes,
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The radio would play Chantilly Lace,
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Maybe sometimes Peggy Sue,
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For a kid in Rockport in '59,
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That was the thing to do
Verse:
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The wind from the bay blew the trees sideways,
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As crooked as a witches smile,
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It bent the run up tree just the right way,
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You could run right up with style,
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It stood behind a little shotgun cabin,
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where my mama used to stay,
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Concrete steps are all that's left,
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If you go back there today,
Bridge:
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Grandaddy's on the pier checkin nets for crabs,
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To cook for supper tonight,
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Last night he brought back a whole sack full,
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Lord it sure was a sight
Verse:
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It's been a long time since I heard that story,
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I'd give anything to hear it again,
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About the long hot days and all the innocent glory
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And the trouble that she used to get in
Chorus:
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Hey, the run up tree,
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Tell me do you think there's a chance for me,
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To make it to the top,
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Maybe we'll just see,
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Down at the run up tree
Repeat Chorus:
Tag:
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And if I disappear you know where I'll be,
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I'll be down at the run up tree
