MY SIDE OF THE CITY
 
Well there’s gun and pawnshops and bail bondsmen
And used car lots and tattoo parlours and men
Blue collar working, Oxycontin and
Chain link fencing with ribbons of razor wire
And I---I know it don’t look pretty but its my
Side of the city
 
There are cheep motel rooms with bars on the windows
And lap dancing till three in the morning and
Police car light spinning and plastic trash burning
And tricks, they’re turning in the shadows on the corner and
I know it ain’t very pretty but its my
Side of the city
 
I venture ‘cross the river and the railroad tracks
I get a little work and then I Jump right back
There’s a hole in the middle where the two halves meet
It’s wide as an ocean, and it’s dark and deep.
 
I left a tractor in the field and a truck on blocks
A little country church and a girl I loved
Now I’m living on a street where I keep my things locked
I’m reaching for some heat when I hear a door knock
No, I know I don’t look pretty but its my
Side of the City
 
 My side, my side, my side, my side of the city
 My side, my side, my side, my side of the city.
 
Words and music by Grant Peeples