Lyrics:

Bad reputation, seems to be my style

I've been categorized as a little wild

The police took my photograph

A hunted boy running 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
Now
I'm back, back on the track again,
I'm back

I'm holding my own,
I'm leading 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
Now
I'm back, back on the track again,
I'm back

I'm holding my own,
I'm leading the pack,
I'm back

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

Back on the track
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 cutthroat lawyer, 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 holding my own,
I'm leading 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
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