Just sixteen,
a pickup truck,
out of money,
out of luck.
I've got nowhere
to call my own,
hit the gas,
and here I go.
I'm running free yeah, I'm running free.
I'm running free yeah, Oh I'm running free.
Spent the night
in an L. A. jail,
and listened to
the sirens wail.
They ain't got
a thing on me,
I'm running wild,
I'm running free.
I'm running free yeah, I'm running free.
I'm running free yeah, Oh I'm running free.
I'm running free yeah, I'm running free.
I'm running free yeah, Oh I'm running free.
Puller here at
the Bottle Top,
whiskey, dancing,
disco hop.
Now all the boys
are after me,
and that's the way
it's gonna be
I'm running free yeah, I'm running free.
I'm running free yeah, Oh I'm running free.

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