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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
That's where I'd go, if I knew which way was home
Before the karma cut me free
I'm sick of my own company
Sometimes I miss the boat
Most times I miss my home
Thats where I'd go, if I knew which way was home
Run down ghost trail, no chance for love
No sign of life, just wild dogs howlin' in the night
Oh, that's what I like
Before the karma cut me loose
Would bring my whiskey and my water
Sometimes I get them blues
Though I know I shouldn't oughta
Thats where I'd go, if I knew which way was home
Run down ghost trail, no chance for love
No sign of life, just wild dogs howlin' in the night
Run down ghost trail, no chance for love
No sign of life, just wild dogs howlin' in the night
Run down ghost trail, no chance for love
No sign of life, just wild dogs howlin' in the night
Hear 'em howl
- Album:
- Time For Bedlam
- From the Setting Sun: In Wacken
- To The Rising Sun In Tokyo
- Hard Rock Classic
- Now What?!
- All the Time in the World
- Vincent Price
- Above and Beyond
- If Life Was Easy
- Days May Come And Days May Go
- 1420 Beachwood Drive
- Live At The California Jam, 1974
- Rapture of the Deep
- Bananas
- Last Concert In Japan [live]
- Abandon
- Purpendicular
- On The Wings Of A Russian Foxbat
- The Battle Rages On...
- Slaves & Masters