Back On The Track Lyrics - 38 Special

Bad reputation, seems to be my style 

I've been categorized as a little wild 

The police took my photograph 

A hunted boy runnin' 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 holdin' my own, I'm leadin' the pack 

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

I'm back, back on the track 

Related 

18 Non-Traditional Yet Perfect Wedding Songs 

From MetroLyrics to You: Our Classic Christmas Playlist 

5 Totally Underrated Christmas Songs 

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 

() 

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 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 

Photos 

Now I'm back, back on the track again 

I'm back, I'm holdin' my own, I'm leadin' 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