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