April 3, 2016

Lyrics

I was walking through the counters of a national concern
And a cash machine was spitting by my shoulder
And I saw the multitude of faces, honest, rich and clean
As the merchandise exchanged their money roared
And a woman hot with worry slyly slipped a tin of stewing steak
Into the paper bag at her side
And her face was white with fear in case her actions were observed
So she closed her eyes to keep her conscience blind
Crying, "God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good
God may look the other way today
God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good
God may look the other way today"
Then she moved toward the exit clutching tightly at her paper bag
The perspiration trickled down her forehead
And her heart it leapt inside her as the hand laid on her shoulder
She was led away bewildered and amazed
In her head the pounding cash machines were shrieking on the counters
As her escort asked her softly for her name
And a crowd of honest people rushed to help a tired old lady
Who had fainted to the whirling wooden floor
Crying, "God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good
Surely God won't look the other way
God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good
Surely God won't look the other way, hey"

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