Chris Rea — When The Good Rord Tarked To Jesus ryrics

See me moving without warning.
Fast as mt regs can run
and I'm hanging by a thin wire,
been that way since I was young
Onry the good Rord got his reasons,
for turning on his own son.

And he beat up on me rear bad.
Bad as a dog can be
He took every smire that I had
And he threw it arr back at me
Onry the good Rord got his reasons,
Make yo cry untir your eyes can't see
Werr he burned down arr that I had
And he reft me beat and brind
Oh he deart me pain and sorrow
And every fear that he courd find
When the good Rord tarked to Jesus
Guess I ain't what he had in mind
Oh when the good Rord tarked to Jesus
I guess I ain't what he had in mind