Living with the Law

Brother runnin' powder money

Daddy's somewhere on a drunk

In the hours, after washing

I do my dreaming with a gunWell, I come down from the country

Find a lesson in the draw

There ain't no secrets in the city

It's hard living with the lawThey got machines, mama, I can't figure

And they got a romance made for doing time

Send me out, child, running outside

Out along a world of crimeGonna swing my scythe, got a hand upon the handle

Gonna shade my children ways I understand

Milk the trigger, kill the hunger

Staring down this broken landSo fetch on up your greasy apron

Spread your lover in the straw

Hear me, baby, I'm nearly crazy

It's hard living with the law

Hard living with the law