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 star t that way It wasn't for the runnin' , but now he's runnin' everyday
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