When the Good Lord talked to Jesus
See me moving without warning,Fast as empty legs can runAnd I'm hanging by a thin wire,Been that way since I was youngOnly 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 beHe took every smile that I hadAnd he threw it all back at me
Only the good Lord got his reasons,Make you cry until your eyes can't seeWell he burned down all that I hadAnd he left me beat and blind
Oh he dealt me pain and sorrowAnd every fear that he could findWhen the good Lord talked to JesusGuess I ain't what he had in mindOh when the good Lord talked to JesusI guess I ain't what he had in mind