See me moving without warning.

Fast as mt legs can run

and I'm hanging by a thin wire,

been that way since I was young

Only the good Lord got his reasons,

for turning on his own son.



And he beat up on me real bad.

Bad as a dog can be

He took every smile that I had

And he threw it all back at me

Only the good Lord got his reasons,

Make yo cry until your eyes can't see

Well he burned down all that I had

And he left me beat and blind

Oh he dealt me pain and sorrow

And every fear that he could find

When the good Lord talked to Jesus

Guess I ain't what he had in mind

Oh when the good Lord talked to Jesus

I guess I ain't what he had in mind