When I was just a boy of ten. My father met a miner's death. Trapped inside through twenty nights. No one made it out alive. So there I was alone but free. The master of my destiny. And trouble found me right away. My close companions since that day. And I'm on the side of the road again. I'm on the wrong side my friend. Whichever way the wind is blowing. No matter where the river bends. I'm on the side of wrong again. At 21 I fell in love. To a girl of 16 years. But a jealous father ran me down. Left me in the road for dead. So I decided there and then. I'd find the car I'd take revenge. But the fire caught the house and fields. I haven't slept a whole night since. And I'm on the side of wrong again. I'm on the wrong side my friend. Whichever way the wind is blowing. No matter where the river bends. I'm on the side alone again. I'm on the side of wrong again. I ran three years and finally stopped. Cut my hair and found a job. Working in a road café. Sleeping in the parking lot. Late one night the store was robbed. The owner dead his boy was shot. And I'm the only one he sold. Now I'm waiting for the trap door to drop. And I'm on the side of the road again. I'm on the wrong side my friend. Whichever way the wind is blowing. No matter where the river bends. I'm on the side alone again. I'm on the side of wrong again. I'm on the side of wrong again