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