Living with the Law Chris Whitley



Brother runnin' powder money

Daddy's somewhere on a drunk
In the hours, after washing

I do my dreaming with a gun



Well 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 law



They got machines, mama I can't figure

They got a romance made for doing time

Send me out child, running outside

Out along a world of crime



Gonna 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 land



So 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