True American Runaway by The Leptons Lyrics

You ever hear the story of the boy didn't get his way?
Walked right home and packed himself a bag
Said, "I'm heading out on the highway."
That's the story of a true American runaway

Gimme this. Gimme that. Gimme This. Gimme that
Gimme this. Gimme that. I want it. I want it
Gimme this. Gimme that. Gimme This. Gimme that
Gimme this. Gimme that. I want it. I want it

Got himself a seat on the back of a greyhound bus
The side said night and the front was all covered in rust
It smelled like shit but he didn't give a fuck
Cause he was down on his knees and he was down on his luck

Gimme this. Gimme that. Gimme This. Gimme that
Gimme this. Gimme that. I want it. I want it
Gimme this. Gimme that. Gimme This. Gimme that
Gimme this. Gimme that. I want it. I want it

Sat down between an old man and a window
Old man said, "this is my last trip kid how about you?"
"Well I've been wanting this thing ever since I was old enough to know
So I'm going to the crossroads gonna sell my soul."
Gimme this. Gimme that. Gimme This. Gimme that
Gimme this. Gimme that. I want it. I want it
Gimme this. Gimme that. Gimme This. Gimme that
Gimme this. Gimme that. I want it. I want it

Hasn't been seen anywhere to this day
Some say that he lost his mind on that highway
Some say that he finally got his way
But if you listen closely you can hear him say

Gimme this. Gimme that. Gimme This. Gimme that
Gimme this. Gimme that. I want it. I want it
Gimme this. Gimme that. Gimme This. Gimme that
Gimme this. Gimme that. I want it. I want it