D A He was a poor boy, raised in a small family D A He kind of 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: E He wants to dance, He wants to sing, G He wants to see the lights a flashing, D A And listen to the thundering 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, He wants the same, And it's a certain kind of fool Who 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 running, but now he's running everyday | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA D E G |