Bad Boy - Eric Clapton

I’m just a bad boy,

Long long ways from home.

I’m just a bad boy,

Long long ways from home.

But I ain’t got nobody

To bury me when I’m dead and gone.

Well I’m the cat that scratches

And I’m like a dog that bites.

I’ll be your box of matches, baby,

When you need a light.

I used to have a little girl,

Only 16 years old,

But her mom and dad put me way out,

Way out in the cold.

I can’t stay here no longer,

My luck is running slow.

Gotta keep on moving

But I ain’t got no place to go.