Baggage handcuffed to my wrist
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

Hey porter, come and cut me loose
Bring that whiskey and my water
Sometimes I get the blues
But I know I shouldn't oughta

That's 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

Hey porter, come and cut me free
I'm sick of my own company
Sometimes I miss the gold
Most times I miss my home

That's 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

I say, that's what I like

Run down ghost trail
No chance for love
No sign of life
Just wild dogs howlin' in the night

Hear 'em howl

Copyright: EQUESTRIAN MUSIC
Writer(s): JOHN TESAR, TOMMY BOLIN