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? And 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 Ohh, the spade and the shovel and all kinds of trouble Came and stripped me of my natural cheer This could be a grave site 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 Ohh, and every stitch of the bedspread Is doing my head in all night long Lord, let this be, let this be the last time I should have to suffer so Hurry down the morning And I will be prepared to go