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