Wild Dogs Lyrics - Great Gypsy Soul [amazon.com Exclusive] - 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 

Hear 'em howl...