Wild Dogs Songtext
von Tommy Bolin & Friends

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.


Porter come 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.

Run down ghost town, no chance for love,
No sign of life - just wild dogs howlin′ in the night.
That′s what I like.
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.
That′s what I like

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