Wrong side

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