Bad reputation seems to be my style
I've been categorized as a little wild
The police took my photograph
A hunted boy runnin' from his past
Some even called me the devil's child

At seventeen I was on my own
Had the clothes on my back from a broken home
Slapped in the face till my daddy got straight
I knew it was time to run

Now I'm back, back on the track again
I'm back, I'm holdin' my own, I'm leadin' the pack
I'm back from a shattered home and a living hell
I'm back, back on the track

First indication of trouble's up ahead
I saw the flashing blues, I saw the color red
A big commotion at the friendly store
Found a poor man robbed and a kid at the door
Guilty as charged or so the judge said

I was sent to school to try to learn a trade
But when the schoolboys laughed I became enraged
I prayed to God that's the last mistake I'd made

Now I'm back, back on the track again
I'm back, I'm holdin' my own, I'm leadin' the pack
I'm back from a shattered home and a living hell
I'm back, back on the track

Bad reputation, freedom's my desire
I tried to clear my name, I came under fire
A bad situation was a way of life
With a cutthroat lawyer given bad advice
The only hope I had was a prove liar

It was win or lose out to clean the slate
It was some big news when I made the break
And I ran for years to avoid the state
Another chance I was forced to take

Now I'm back, back on the track again
I'm back, I'm holdin' my own, I'm leadin' the pack
I'm back from a shattered home and a living hell
I'm back, back on the track again
I'm back, back on the track again
I'm back, I'm back on the track again

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): DONALD N. VAN ZANT, JEFFREY S. CARLISI, LARRY STEELE