Lyrics The Sheepdogs

The Sheepdogs

Right On

I'm gonna get this old bag of bones

And make my own right on

Make my own right on

I said I'll make my own right, right on

I said I think this old bag of bones

He makes his own right on

Creates his own right on

I guess I'll make my own right, right, right, right on

Going no where

Going no where

Going no where

You Discover

There ain't no easy way out

When in doubt

You discover what it's all about

When you wait to get in

You begin

To discover what it's all about