38 Special

Bad reputation, seems to be my style
Ive been categorized as a little wild
The police took my photograph
A hunted boy runnin from his past
Some even called me the devils 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
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Now Im back, back on the track again
Im back, Im holdin my own, Im leadin the pack
Im back, from a shattered home and a living hell
Im back, back on the track
First indication, of troubles 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 thats the last mistake Id made
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Bad reputation freedoms 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 Im back, back on the track again
Im back, Im holdin my own, Im leadin the pack
Im back, from a shattered home and a living hell
Im back, back on the track again
Im back, back on the track again
Im back, Im back on the track again
[ Back On The Track Lyrics ]