6 acessos
I've been a bad boy,
I've been outside the law.
I've been cheating,
Evened up a score.
Gotta make tracks, gotta go.
Gotta move on, gotta run.
Gotta make tracks, gotta go.
Gotta move on, gotta keep low
I've learned my lesson
I cannot win in this town
I've been messin'
With things out of bounds.
She was his pride and joy
I was too blind to see
She was my toy
Now they're after me