Living with the Law

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