Another Day To Run Chords by Bill Withers

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_ [Bm] If you don't look into your [A] mind _ [G#] and find out what you're running [C#m] from, [E] tomorrow _ [F#] _ might
be [F] just another day to run.
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_ _ _ _ _ If you [Bm]
just sit and [A] waste your _ time, [G#] you'll be going where you're coming [C#m] from.
Think about [E] that.
[F#] Tomorrow _ might [F] be just another day to run.
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[F#] _ _ _ [C#m] _ Someone must control your _ mind.
[G#m] _ You're the one.
_ [C#m] _ _ [A] No [C#m] confusion's what [A] you find _ [B] if [C#m] you run. _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ I don't want to waste your time, [G#] but I'm talking to you like a son.
[B] Tomorrow _ [F#] _
_ might be [F] just another [E] day to run. _ _ _ _ _ _
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[Em] Now walking [E] down the road of [E]
life, I'm looking in all directions. _
_ _ Sometimes my mind gets [C#m] so mixed [E] up, I can't tell love from affection.
_ Gonna stop into a [C#m]
roadside [E] church, uh-huh, get my mind to rest, and Lord Jesus, help
me get my soul [B]
together, uh [E]-huh, in profit. _ _
_ _ Now pretty ladies all standing by, uh-huh, waiting for [A] inspection.
_ _ _ Drinking old men up, drinking wine, _ trying to drown rejection.
_ _ _ _ [E] I'm wasting too much time, I'm gonna lose my mind, just let Lord Jesus, you help [F#] me
get my soul [B] together, uh-huh, [E] in profit.
_ _ _ _ Little rick Tony Jr.
filled up his arm with dope, uh-huh, he dreamed about a valley, uh-huh. _
This poor boy lives in an alley filled with people that's on the way.
Lord, [Em] Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord.
Tell me Tony, tell me Tony, tell me Tony, tell me Tony, tell me why, uh-huh.
He won't get high enough to die. _ _ _
_ _ Well [E] he's long on dreams, die short on hope, uh-huh.
_ Sometimes he goes to rallies, uh-huh.
Stop by to see young Sally and I, just to fix the time of week.
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord.
Give me Tony, tell me Tony, tell me Tony, tell me why, uh-huh.
You're gonna get high enough to die _ _
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