This baggage handcuffed to my wrists I drag it everywhere i go Sometimes i fight you with my fists But if i knew which way was home
Before the karma cut me loose Would bring me whisky and my water Sometimes i get the blues Though i know i shouldnt oughta Thats where i`d go
Run down ghost trail, no chance of love No sign of life, just wild dogs howlin in the night Oh thats what i like
Before the karma cut me free I'm sick of my own company Sometimes i miss the boat Most times i miss my home Thats where i`d go If i new which way was home
Run down ghost trail, no chance of love No sign of life Just wild dogs howlin' in the night
