| Song | Living With The Law |
| Artist | Chris Whitley |
| Album | Living With The Law |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Whitley | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Whitley | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Whitley | |
| 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 |