Certain Kind of Fool

He was a poor boy, raised in a small family

He kinda had a cravin' 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 thundering

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

Oo...

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' every day.