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.[Chorus]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.[Chorus]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
