Wild Dogs

<br>This baggage handcuffed to my wrists<br>i drag it everywhere i go<br>sometimes i fight you with my fists<br>but if i knew which way was home<br><br>Before the karma cut me loose<br>would bring me whisky and my water<br>sometimes i get the blues<br>though i know i shouldnt oughta<br>thats where i`d go<br><br>Run down ghost trail, no chance of love<br>no sign of life, just wild dogs howlin in the night<br>oh thats what i like<br><br>Before the karma cut me free<br>im sick of my own company<br>sometimes i miss the boat<br>most times i miss my home<br>thats where i`d go<br>if i new which way was home<br><br>Run down ghost trail, no chance of love<br>no sign of life<br>just wild dogs howlin` in the night<br><br>Hear `em howl