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(bolin/tesar) 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 i`d go Run down ghost trail, no chance of love No sign of life, just wild dogs howlin in the night Oh, that's 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 i`d 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... Aus Songtexte Mania