Words and music by Matt Hillyer

Verse:
A                 
When my mama used to go to the run up tree,
A                  D       E   A
She had a transistor radio,
A
The bark of the tree had been worn smooth,
A   D               E            A
By all the little children's toes,
A         
The radio would play Chantilly Lace,
A               D         E        A
Maybe sometimes Peggy Sue,
A
For a kid in Rockport in '59,
D                    E        A
That was the thing to do

Verse:
A                         
The wind from the bay blew the trees sideways,
A        D              E          A
As crooked as a witches smile,
A
It bent the run up tree just the right way,
A              D          E           A
You could run right up with style,
A                    
It stood behind a little shotgun cabin,
A              D        E         A
where my mama used to stay,
A
Concrete steps are all that's left,
A        D      E          A
If you go back there today,

Bridge:
E
Grandaddy's on the pier checkin nets for crabs,
       D         A          E
To cook for supper tonight,
E
Last night he brought back a whole sack full,
D                 A       E
Lord it sure was a sight

Verse:
A
It's been a long time since I heard that story,
A            D             E        A 
I'd give anything to hear it again,
A
About the long hot days and all the innocent glory
A            D                    E           A
And the trouble that she used to get in

Chorus:
E              D      A
Hey, the run up tree,
D                    A                   E
Tell me do you think there's a chance for me,
E       
To make it to the top,
            D          A
Maybe we'll just see,
D                 E        A
Down at the run up tree

Repeat Chorus:

Tag:
E                               D                   A
And if I disappear you know where I'll be,
D                        E        A
I'll be down at the run up tree