Baggage handcuffed to my wrist,
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I drag it everywhere I go.
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Sometimes I fight it with my fists,
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If I knew which way was home,
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It's where I'd go.
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If I knew which way was home.
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Porter come and cut me loose,
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Bring that whiskey in my water.
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Sometimes I get the blues,
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But I know I shouldn't oughtta.
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That's where I'd go.
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If I knew which way was home.
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Run down ghost town, no chance for love,
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No sign of life - just wild dogs howlin' in the night.
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That's what I like.
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Hey porter come and cut me free,
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I'm sick of my own company.
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Sometimes I miss the gold,
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Most times I miss my home.
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That's where I'd go.
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If I knew which way was home.
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That's what I like
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Hear 'em howl....
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Wild Dogs
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| Tommy Bolin |
