Tommy Bolin - Wild Dogs lyrics

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 Hear 'em howl....