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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....