Lyrics

[Verse 1] He was a poor boy, raised in a small family He kinda had a craving for something no one else could see They said that he was crazy, the kind that no lady should meet He ran off to the city and wandered around in the street [Chorus] He wants to dance, oh yeah He wants to sing, oh yeah He wants to see the lights a-flashing And listen to the thundering [Verse 2] He saw it in a window, the mark of a new kind of man He kind of 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 [Chorus] 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 [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3] 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 running, but now he's running every day