It Ain't Wrong Songtext

von Cold Chisel

It ain't wrong to steal a bible
When you're poor and feeling low
There's no sense in those reliable
Looking down on those less so
'Cause there's room at Jesus' table
For all to come and go
Because our host ain't quite as formal
As some believe

You know Jesus was a wanderer
And the highway was his call
And his feet sometimes wore bandages
And his following was small
But his face shone like a Ronson
On the subway station wall
He made it, with his helping
I can make it too . . . yeah, yeah

Well the Lord shall be my shepherd
Through the good times and the bad
From the weekends queue for payroll
To the landlord'se asy grin
And through the nights so cold and lonely
I just don't know where I been
Yes he will guide my footsteps homeward everytime
Say yes
Yes he will guide my footsteps homeward everytime

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