Written by ： Tommy Bolin/John Tesar

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

It's where I'd go

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

Howlin' in the night

Hey porter come and set 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 howlin' in the night

Wild dogs howlin' in the night

This baggage handcuffed to my wrists

I drag it everywhere I go

Sometimes I fight you with my fists

If I knew which way I'd go

I'd go

That's where I'd go

I'd go

That's where I'd go