Lyrics:

I've been a bad boy
I've been outside the law
I've been treated bad
Even though the score, yes
And now I've gotta make tracks
Gotta go, gotta move on
Gotta run, gotta make tracks
Gotta go, got to move on
Gotta keep low
Ooh, I've gotta stay low
I've learned my lesson
I cannot win in this town
I've been blessed with
With things all around
And now I've gotta make tracks
Gotta go, gotta move on
Gotta run, gotta make tracks
Gotta go, got to move on
Gotta keep low
Oh, gotta keep low

She was his pride and joy
I was too blind to see
She was my toy
Now they're after me, yeah
And now I've gotta make tracks
Gotta go, gotta move on
Gotta run, gotta make tracks
Gotta go, got to move on
Gotta keep low
Tracks, gotta make tracks
Tracks, gotta make tracks
Tracks, gotta make tracks
Tracks