You know this might look a slum to some They think it’s a sceney side But to me is a dreamy side The peach and creamy side The wrong side of the railroad tracks Shirts are never stuffed, guys have bags The neighborhood where the folks could relax Always be wondering what the other side is like It’s the wrong side of the railroad tracks You ain’t got no worry about no income tax The air’s perfumed by chimney stacks Always be wondering What the other side is like It ain’t all upper crusty That you might say Looks a little rusty and dusty People, we got to keep on surviving Got to take a lot of hope to put up With this shucking and jiving On the wrong side of the right way Social workers work in hustlers play All go to the bed at the break of day We’ll always be wondering What the other side is like On the wrong side Some low down funky swing Dresses may have holes That’s the latest fashion thing It’s called natural air conditioning We’ll always be wondering What the other side is like Ceilings they might be crumble You know stumble bums might trip and stumble To you it might be squalled Lord, but it too me, Lord a total solid On the wrong side of the railroad tracks Shirts are never stuffed, guys have bags The neighborhood where the folks could relax Always be wondering what the other side is like The wrong side of the tracks, Lord