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