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