Wrong Side - Angela McCluskey

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