Living With The Law Lyrics - 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 

And 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