He was a poor boy
raised in a small family
He kinda had a craving
for somethin'
no one else could see
They say that he was crazy
The kind that no lady should meet
He ran out to the city
and wandered around in the street
He wants to dance oh yeah
He wants to sing oh yeah
He wants to see the lights
a flashin' and listen
to the thunder ring
He saw it in a window
The mark of a new kind of man
He kinda liked the feeling
so shiny and smooth in his hand
He took it to the country
and practiced for days
without rest
And then one day he felt if
He knew he could stand
with the best
They got respect oh yeah
He wants the same oh yeah
And it's a certain kind
of fool who
Like to hear the sound
of his own name
Oo
A poster on a storefront
the picture of a wanted man
He had a reputation spreading
like fire throughout the land
It wasn't for the money
at least it didn't start that way
It wasn't for the runnin'
but now he's runnin' everyday