text: 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 Id go
  Run down ghost trail, no chance of love
  No sign of life, just wild dogs howlin in the night
  Oh, thats 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 Id 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...