Lyrics

I've been living on the wrong side Of the law For so long I don't know which side I am on And every hand I shake Is shaking me down For a hard-luck song Is there no one I can ride beside? You just came to mind You can be my trigger I can be your hanger-on I've been digging at a ditch my dear But I hit concrete Late last year The spade and the shovel And all kinds of trouble Came and stripped me of my natural cheer This could be a gravesite Or we could make a garden here You could plant gardenias I could be released from fear Don't the night grow cold Sleeping in a garden Don't the birds move slow Their wings get frozen here Lying on the wrong side of the bed Since you've gone I don't know which side I am on And every stitch on the bedspread Is doing my head in All night long Lord Let this be the last time I should have to suffer so Hurry down the morning And I will be prepared to go