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