Back On The Track

Bad reputation, seems to be my style

I've been categorized as a little wild

The police took my photograph

A hunted boy runnin' from his past

Some even called me the devil's child

At seventeen, I was on my own

Had the clothes on my back, from a broken home

Slapped in the face 'til my daddy got straight

I knew it was time to run

(refrão)

Now I'm back, back on the track again

I'm back, I'm holdin' my own, I'm leadin' the pack

I'm back, from a shattered home and a living hell

I'm back, back on the track

First indication, of trouble's up ahead

I saw the flashing blues, I saw the color red

A big commotion at the friendly store

Found a poor man robbed and a kid at the door

"Guilty as charged", or so the judge said

I was sent to school to try to learn a trade

But when the schoolboys laughed I became enraged

I prayed to god that's the last mistake I'd made

(repete refrão)

Bad reputation freedom's my desire

I tried to clear my name, I came under fire

A bad situation was a way of life

With a cutthoat laywer given bad advice

The only hope I had was a proven liar

It was win or lose, out to clean the slate

It was some big news when I made the break

And I ran for years to avoid the state

Another chance I was forced to take

Now I'm back, back on the track again

I'm back, I'm holdin' my own, I'm leadin' the pack

I'm back, from a shattered home and a living hell

I'm back, back on the track again

I'm back, back on the track again

I'm back, I'm back on the track again