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...