He was a poor boy, raised in a small familyHe kinda had a craving for somethin' no one else could seeThey say that he
was crazy,The kind that no lady should meetHe ran out to the city and wandered around in the streetHe wants to dance, oh ye
ah,He wants to sing, oh yeah,He wants to see the lights a flashin' and listento the thunder ringHe saw it in a windowThe
mark of a new kind of manHe kinda liked the feeling, so shiny and smooth in his handHe took it to the country and practiced f
or days without restAnd then one day he felt if,He knew he could stand with the bestThey got respect, oh yeah,He wants the
same, oh yeah,And it's a certain kind of fool whoLike to hear the sound of his own nameOo...A poster on a storefront, the
picture of a wanted manHe had a reputation spreading like fire throughout the landIt wasn't for the money, at least it didn'
t star t that wayIt wasn't for the runnin' , but now he's runnin' everyday