Certain Kind of Fool - Glen Frey, Don Henley. Randy Meisner
    He was a poor boy, raised in a small family

    He kinda had a craving for somethin' no one else could see
    They say that he was crazy,
    The kind that no lady should meet
    He ran out to the city and wandered around in the street
    He wants to dance, oh yeah,
    He wants to sing, oh yeah,
    He wants to see the lights a flashin' and listen
    to the thunder ring

    He saw it in a window
    The mark of a new kind of man
    He kinda liked the feeling, so shiny and smooth in his hand
    He took it to the country and practiced for days without rest
    And then one day he felt if,
    He knew he could stand with the best

    They got respect, oh yeah,
    He wants the same, oh yeah,
    And it's a certain kind of fool who
    Like to hear the sound of his own name

    A poster on a storefront, the picture of a wanted man
    He had a reputation spreading like fire throughout the land
    It wasn't for the money, at least it didn't star t that way
    It wasn't for the runnin' , but now he's runnin' everyday   


    Marco Giunco
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