I´m just a bad boy, long long ways from home. I´m just a bad boy, long long ways from home. But I ain´t got nobody to bury me when I´m dead and gone.
Well I´m the cat that scratches and I´m like a dog that bites. I´ll be your box of matches, baby, when you need a light.
Chorus
I used to have a little girl, only 16 years old, But her mom and dad put me way out, way out in the cold. I can´t stay here no longer, my luck is running slow. Gotta keep on moving but I ain´t got no place to go.