38 Special - Back On The Track Lyrics
Bad reputation, seems to be my styleI've been categorized as a little wildThe police took my photographA hunted boy runnin' from his pastSome even called me the devil's childAt seventeen, I was on my ownHad the clothes on my back, from a broken homeSlapped in the face 'til my daddy got straightI knew it was time to run(Chorus)Now I'm back, back on the track againI'm back, I'm holdin' my own, I'm leadin' the packI'm back, from a shattered home and a living hellI'm back, back on the trackFirst indication, of trouble's up aheadI saw the flashing blues, I saw the color redA big commotion at the friendly storeFound a poor man robbed and a kid at the door"Guilty as charged", or so the judge saidI was sent to school to try to learn a tradeBut when the schoolboys laughed I became enragedI prayed to god that's the last mistake I'd made(Chorus)Bad reputation freedom's my desireI tried to clear my name, I came under fireA bad situation was a way of lifeWith a cutthoat laywer given bad adviceThe only hope I had was a proven liarIt was win or lose, out to clean the slateIt was some big news when I made the breakAnd I ran for years to avoid the stateAnother chance I was forced to takeNow I'm back, back on the track againI'm back, I'm holdin' my own, I'm leadin' the packI'm back, from a shattered home and a living hellI'm back, back on the track againI'm back, back on the track againI'm back, I'm back on the track again
