Baggage handcuffed to my wrist,
I drag it everywhere I go.
Sometimes I fight it with my fists,
If I knew which way was home,
It's where I'd go.
If I knew which way was home.

 [bad word] and cut me loose,
Bring that whiskey in my water.
Sometimes I get the blues,
But I know I shouldn't oughtta.
That's where I'd go.
If I knew which way was home.
 [bad word] down ghost town, no chance for love,
No sign of life - just wild dogs howlin' in the night.
That's what I like.
Hey [bad word] and cut me free,
I'm sick of my [bad word] 
Sometimes I miss the gold,
Most times I miss my home.
That's where I'd go.
If I knew which way was home.
That's what I like

Hear 'em howl....