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 That's 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 I'm sick of my own company Sometimes I miss the boat Most times I miss my home That's 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...