He was a poor boy, raised in a small family
He kinda had a craving for somethin'
no one else could see
They said 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 it
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
That likes to hear the sound of his own name
A poster on a storefront
the picture of a wanted man
He had a reputation spreading like fire through 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
