Gonna swing my scythe, got a hand upon the handle
They got machines, mama, I can't figure
Spread your lover in the straw
So fetch on up your greasy apron
I do my dreaming with a gun
Find a lesson in the draw
And they got a romance made for doing time
It's hard living with the law
Send me out, child, running outside
Staring down this broken land
In the hours, after washing
Out along a world of crime
Milk the trigger, kill the hunger
There ain't no secrets in the city
Well, I come down from the country
Gonna shade my children ways I understand
Hear me, baby, I'm nearly crazy
It's hard living with the law