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