'Running Free'

Only 16, a pick up truck
Without money, without luck
I do not have a place to call
Hit the gas, that here I
I’m running free, I’m running free
I’m running free
I’m running free
Spend the night in a jail in Los Angeles
Hear the sound of sirens
They have nothing with me
I’m running wildly
I’m running free
The push to BottleTop
Whiskey, dancing, hard hop
and all the boys are behind me
that’s the way it should