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[Verse 1]

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Long before I knew you I was tumbling back home
  C
I was just pushing down the pavement
 C
I was turning into stone
        F                                                               C
And you run, and you run, and you run, and you run got to pick up your knees


[Verse 2]

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As long as she don't kill us we'll be stronger in the end

And every boy out there on Bogle Street is dying to get in
         F                                                               C
And you run, and you run, and you run, and you run got to pick up your knees
         F                                                               C
And you run, and you run, and you run, and you run got to pick up your knees


[Verse 3]

     C
She gave me room to amble, with brier and bramble

And the old red door was always open to the angels and the devils
     F                          G                        C             C/B            Am
And nobody was young when they heard her mouth when she told us everything we never knew
            G
It was the song of the grande madame


[Chorus]

         Am                        F
Mother Maple I drink from your syrup
          C                        G
And I am thankful for the blood that you bleed
              Am                        F
We're in the sugar shack making our porridge
               C                    E7
And you have given us more than we need
           F                       C
And I see more and more how you suffer, and not for nothing
              C                           E7
But you can't often get the air that you need
            F                            C                             G
When your roots leave the earth I will stay and get my honey from the trees

C

[Verse 4]

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Laughter in the cottage house, could last for hours long

When we heard the last gasp we all gave up our mother's song
        F
And you run, and you run, and you run, and you run, and you run


[Chorus]

         Am                       F
Mother Maple I drink from your syrup
           C                               G
And I am thankful for the blood that you bleed
             Am                      F
We're in the sugar shack making our porridge
               C                    E7
And you have given us more than we need
           F                      C
And I see more and more how you suffer, and not for nothing
                 C                       E7
But you can't often get the air that you need
            F                            C                            G      G7 
When your roots leave the earth I will stay and get my honey from the trees