Wild Dogs

Wild Dogs
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, that's 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...