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
Im 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

Hear `em Howl