(Steve Harris/Paul Di`anno)
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.
But they ain`t got a thing on me, I`m running wild, I`m running free.
*Chorus*
Pulled her at the Bottle Top, whiskey, dancing, disco hop.
All the boys are after me, and that`s the way it`s gonna be
*Chorus*
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