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 and 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

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

Through her deafened ears the cash machines were shrieking on the counter

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

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