The Basement Tapes - True American Runaway 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 sh** but he didn't give a f**. It smelled like sh** but he didn't give a f**. 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.