Chris Whitley
Living With The Law
Brother runnin' powder moneyDaddy somewhere on a drunkIn the hours after washingI do my dreaming with a gunWell I come down from the countryFind a lesson in the drawThere ain't no secrets in the cityIt's hard living with the lawThey got machines mama I can't figureThey got a romance made for doing timeSend me out child, running outsideOut along a world of crimeGonna swing my scythe, got a hand upon the handleGonna shade my children ways I understandMilk the trigger, kill the hungerStaring down this broken landSo fetch on up your greasy apronSpread your lover in the strawHear me baby, I'm nearly crazyIt's hard living with the law
From Letras Mania