(Composição: Mike Tramp, Vito Bratta) I got a used leather jacket and an old pair of boots With holes in the soles And my 501 blues have seen better of days Now I don't have a place that'll keep me warm And I can call my own When you ain't got any money you can't pay no rent And you're out I'm gonna be all right So I pack my bags and ride into the sunset I don't know where I'm gonna go but That don't matter at all I got a college degree that means nothing to me And I ain't got a job Cause I don't want anybody telling me what to do I got bad reputation and a story to match So leave me alone The wind at my heels and the sound of my wheels keep me going Yes I'm gonna be all right So I pack my bags and ride into the sunset I don't know where I'm gonna go but that don't matter at all I'm gonna do it my way and I don't change for no one Yeah I'm living on the edge and I got nothing to lose So I keep my motor running All through this endless summer night And there's no one who can touch me It's only me and my wheels [Solo] So I pack my bags and ride into The sunset I don't know where I'm gonna go but That don't matter at all I'm gonna do it my way and I don't Change for no one Cause I'm living on the edge and I got Nothing to lose So I pack my bags and ride into The sunset I don't know where I'm gonna go but That don't matter at all I'm gonna do it my way and I don't Change for no one Cause I'm living on the edge and I got Nothing to lose
