Wild Dogs - Tommy Bolin And Friends

Written by：Tommy Bolin/John Tesar

This baggage handcuffed to my wrists

I drag it everywhere I go

Sometimes I fight you with my fists

But if I knew which way was home

That's where I'd go if I knew which way was home

Porter come and cut me loose

Would bring my whiskey and my water

Sometimes I get them blues

Though I know I shouldn't ought

That's where I'd go if I knew which way was home

Run down ghost trail no chance for love

No sign of life just wild dogs howling in the night

Hey porter 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

Run down ghost trail no chance for love

No sign of life just wild dogs howling in the night

Run down ghost trail no chance for love

No sign of life just wild dogs howling in the night

Run down ghost trail no chance for love

No sign of life just wild dogs howling in the night

Howling in the night